In our world where eagles fly, I am a beautiful but simple butterfly.  
Just as an eagle sores in the sky to reach his destination, so does a butterfly with great determination.  
The eagle gets there of course so much faster, but so does the butterfly a little while after.  
The eagle rough and in a rush, but the butterfly soft and in such a hush.  
The eagle all "in your face", the butterfly with such grace.  
Question of choice:  
To be an eagle, a giant in the sky? 
Well I choose to be a simple but beautiful butterfly.