A short story in Haiku form

Not yet a Butterfly- Image by Author

Gliding butterfly
With psychedelic colors
lands on my flowers.

I ask, are they sweet?
What? You havenʻt tasted them?
Silly Human beings

She unfurls her tongue
demonstrates correct technique
I am so jealous

A quick flap of wings
joining warm air she rises fast
spiraling sunward

Calling out to me
her voice softly speaks volumes
the joy of flying

Flapping my arms twice
I go nowhere at high speed
I m so jealous

We mycelium
now evolved to human form
free of roots we walk

Pilots dream of flight.
In our next incarnation,
we wonʻt need airplanes