Birthday

So when is your birthday

And why were you born

I asked a pretty butterfly

She flew high and around

Over the tall green trees

And kissed every flower

Whiffing, and whistling

At last sat on my shoulder

Whispering with a smile

Said, you want to know

When I became what

 I was meant to be?

And really stopped being

That one crawling worm

The day when I got my wings

The day when I felt this air

For the very first time

That one beautiful day

Today, pretty much 

Sums up my birthday

-R.

PS: Ahem, the butterfly feeling...