A poem for a Child

Have you ever grown a cocoon in primary school until it became a butterfly? I have. I wonder if they’re still out there. It was yellow; 

or maybe it was brown.

I mean- I’m looking at a yellow one right now and it looks familiar. I wonder if they’re related. I think it’d be nice to be a butterfly. To fly around flowers all day. Smellin ‘em. Falling in love with one.I bet I’d never have to deal with the sniffles or a cough if I were a butterfly. My sinuses; clear to smell and kiss all the flowers I want. 

I'd be a bumblebee. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Though I don’t see myself stinging anybody. Unless it’s someone that really deserved it; like a politician or a nazi; Sometimes that’s the same. 

I’d be an ant. I’d like to think that- as an ant- I’d have an aunt; and maybe a great aunt. I think I’d be a great ant. Community, helping out, doing things with other people. These are things I’m great a(n)t. 

I’d be a snail. I am a ferocious snail. I’d travel the world with my shell on my back. I’d take in everything so slowly, as intended, as I intend. I’ll never forget this. Oh, yes. If I were a snail I wouldn’t have a worry in the world. Except birds.