A butterfly comes into view. She smiles as she flaps her wings.
Her colors flowing in the wind. In her brilliance I am happy.
O butterfly, beautiful butterfly.
In search of a spirit in this world
Far away from my plans and anxieties
Far from my homestead, just pure thought
Thoughts for you and for me
Time to try, time to fly, time to look at the world through a fly.
All love grows for all but the butterfly rhyme.
It's time to try, time to fly for you need the self-impulse controlled.
Love the winter, love the time
The rain pours down as he walks glancing to his sides
The sounds of cars and bustling streets he hears inside
Don't let go of your fears come the wheels of eternity rolling on
He just keeps moving along on his own
A falling star from the sky
Twinkles down to the earth.
Falling freely into the water.
Slowly but suredly the water drips