🎨 Hey little artists!
You fly, butterfly,
looking for a place to land,
the flowers open their petals
to embrace you.
They stretch their green stems
longing to be chosen,
and if the chosen one is another,
they would be crushed.
But you have passed by
because they are all so beautiful,
that to avoid hurting any,
you have flown toward a star.
Ready, set, color! 🎉
