Three Butterflies

When was the last time you saw three butterflies playing?
Randomly, circling around each other,
In the hues of white, blue and black,
Standing out with their polka dots.

Just above the rushing river,
Meandering through steady rocks,
Much below the blue sky,
Accompanied by the sunlight.

Circling around each other,
They were flying,
When was the last time you saw three butterflies playing?

In awe, I looked at them,
And pitied my monotonous life;
Where I follow trails of rules,
And get tangled in my own life.

I long for fresh air and breeze,
All I get is a polluted defeat,
Where birds even think twice,
Forget about butterflies.

I wish, I could be carefree,
Roam in the jungles of serenity,
Sit beside a rushing river,
And watch the butterflies play together.