This is an old poem.
The Kite and the Butterfly
A kite – the kind held by a string
-was sailing in the sky,
And looking down, observed a butterfly.
From such a height, its lowly fluttering
seemed hardly flight at all.
“I say,” the insect heard it call.
Just look at me, riding so high
That I can hardly see you! I dare say
you can’t help envying the way
I spurn the ground, and wishing
you could do the same!”
“Far from it,” came the prompt reply;
“For whereas you just dance attendance
on someone else’s idle pleasure,
I fly in perfect independence;
and that’s a blessing beyond measure.”
written by Ivan Krylov (1769-1841)
translation by Gordon Pirie.