Fluttering on their way.
"Godspeed, you little butterflies,"
Is all that I can say.
How far they come, these little ones
Creatures of light and air
With so many obstacles to face,
Who knows how each will fare?
Will this Crow make it across?
Will that Tiger survive?
Flying over in their hundreds,
How many will live, and thrive?
How many will fall, becoming the food
Of predators, swift and alert?
How many will survive attacks
And flit on, torn and hurt?
I do not how many will make it
But each one flying is a lovely sight.
I pray that these brave little beauties
Are able to survive the flight!