Rest a-while butterfly,
rest if you must,
but don’t forget to fly,
as you delicately touch
others lives.
Sing of the colors of spring,
oh, butterfly,
dance in a cool, refreshing breeze,
sing oh, butterfly!!
For your sight is for to die…
On your wing’s intricacy is seen..
blended in peace and harmony…
lovely art thou, butterfly.
A butterfly knows a freeing wing.
Don’t hold one down as to brush
away their beauty…
keep them free…
free as the newness
spring does bring.
(clip-art photo)