“Yesterday a butterfly, Came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere, Then drifted close enough to hear.

I said, “I’d love to fly with you, And sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun, To fly up toward the summer sun.

But I have not your graceful charm. I haven’t wings, just these two arms.
I’ve been designed to walk around. My human feet must touch the ground.

Then magically he spoke to me and told me what his wish would be.

He said, “What I’d love most to do, Is walk upon God’s Earth with you,
To squish it’s mud between my toes, Or touch my finger to my nose.

I’d love just once to walk around, With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have not two legs that swing, I haven’t arms, just these two wings.”

And so we went our separate ways, In wonder and surprise.
For we’d both seen God’s precious gifts, Through someone else’s eyes.”

– Author Unknown

Friendless and all alone, On this unsweetened stone.

Now let my bed be hard, No care take I;
I’ll make my joy like this Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power, To make a stone a flower.

By William H. Davies. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.