Wiggling alone in old oak tree,
Listening to the mumble of a little bee.,
Climbing to the top and - have to more see.,
Don't no where's my Mama.,
Sun is rising and moon is shining..,
But I don't know about the date..,
even a year or about a month..
I'm so alone in here,
But no one is near..,
Hello..! Mr.Oak tree..,
I try to talk to he,
But he never replied to me..
Oh..!there's a little girl..,
Is that little Alice??
My great,great grandpa met in wonderland??
She screamed by looking at me..
She is not my grandpa's Alice..
I hide myself behind a leaf,
I saw my face through morning dew,
what a ugly and scary face.,
I thought to myself..
I hidden my ugly face - inside of dark pupa.,
I don't no how long - But it was so hard,
The day has came - I stick my face out.
Feel free and different to my self.
My tears starts to fall..
what beautiful wings,
I mumble to myself..,
Vanish my mask of ugly face..
"Mommy..look at that butterfly ,it is a "Monarch" one.."
little girl shout. -I felt a little proud
I started to flying- through the white cloud.,
I got a sweet name - for my lonely soul...
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