Day 397-398-If I Were A Sculptor

If I were a sculptor, 

I would carve fairies out of stones; 

sculpt butterflies from metal.

I would paint my butterflies 

with all the luminescent colours of the world 

so that their iron wings would shine in the sun

 and glow under the moonlight.

If I were a sculptor,

I would work so hard;

I would never rest.

I would sculpt and carve, 

grind and pick; 

I would work my tools to their bones.

I would not stop until my butterflies really fluttered 

and I could hear their wings in the breeze.

I would watch with my tools still in my hands,

as my metal butterflies turned to life

 and 

fly......

far, far away.

Will you believe me now 

if I tell you this abandoned house do make anything 

Ro's present in 2012

impossible 

possible?