A Walk In Trance

A butterfly stretched its wings,

When the snow melted.

Not until it perceived,

Winter falls every year.

Eyes chasing down dreams.

Longing for the spring to come.

Contriving the ripples,

Endeavouring the limits.

For the dreams not to be casted upon,

But a reality to be lived.

Despite those thunderstorms,

A bird flew surpassing the clouds.