Come, let’s fly!

The wings are there,
Why don’t I see?
The sky is there,
Why don’t I flee?

The way is known,
Why don’t I go?
The directions are laid,
Why don’t I move?

What is the happiness in being stupid?
What is the glory in being insipid?
Why I am not walking?
What cripples me my legs?

Why is the larva so happy in the cocoon?
Why can’t it see the flight of the butterfly?

Come, let’s fly!

The sky calls.

The wings call.

Can’t you hear the butterfly?

Come, let’s fly!