The world is full of butterflies They’re alluring colors And the unmistakable bounce in their flight They never fail to look alive They always catch your eye But i am not a butterfly Because i am a moth Where butterflies have vibrant colors Shining blue and red and yellow My colors are dull Muddy greens and shades of brown A speck if yellow here or there Everyone loves a butterfly Always seen as good luck But when people see a moth They cower or swat and never try to see past The frantic awkward flapping of wings But if you look closely at that moth Youll see swirls of life Their soft fluffy bodies And bushy antenna And their wings covered in the prettiest layers Of sparkling dust To be a moth means change To accept transformations and differences I may not be a pretty popular butterlfy But i think im just fine Being a moth