Jolly Men! Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt

Can one sing like the butterfly?
A melancholic way,
Were life's hard work pays off in a day,
Were bushes burn bright green,
The hearts of men wander astray!
Into the forests of beauty,
Filling their hearts with sweetness singing like the humming jay.

Their love knows no boundaries in this infinite world,
Even though their ways of wining hearts are twisted and curled,
Yet! Hearts do they win in a joyful way,
And when their gone, forever in people's hearts do they stay.

They turn out to be a butterfly,
That soars deep into the realms of their beautiful sky,
What they see,
Is quite hard to interpret by you and me,
Feeling that they give; can only be felt with plain mystery!

So can one sing like the butterfly?
A set of jolly men!
Who made their mark till now,
What was done years ago by them.