Her pudgy feet ran through the grassSparkling in the morning dewHer footprints left a trail behind herImpressions on the cold ground

She ranHer feet stumbling on unfamiliar territoryShe tripped and stumbled to the groundShe rose without hesitation and again began her pursuitOf the beautiful winged creature

Its wings carried it higherFaster than her little feet could take herYet she ranWilling herself to go faster

She closed the gapIt was nearly in her reachShe sprung from the groundA single finger brushing a delicate wingThen it was off and she hit the ground

It fluttered awaySoaring to the skyWhile she stayed groundedHer face mistedHer knees greenBut with a smile forming

She accomplished her goalShe touched the butterfly