A splash of vibrant yellow,

In the sky, a brave little butterfly,

Its path uninterrupted, so,

Blissfully oblivious to what,

Endless dangers lie ahead, as if,

The world is simple and kind, it,

Embraces the air, as it glides,

Unaware of the abyss, serenely over,

The edge of reason, where the,

Rest of the world proceeds with caution. But of,

Such constraints, the butterfly knows naught, a,

Spirit unbound, soaring ever so freely, right off the edge of a cliff.