I envy the butterfly
dancing on the breeze
I covet the bird
singing in the trees
When I see a cat
curled up in the sun
I was instead of him
I was the one
lounging about
through the days
basking under
those warm rays
Or perhaps I'd rather
be the bee
with a sea of flowers
just for me
and if my wings tire
and my energy's sapped
I'll find a welcoming poppy
and take a little nap
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