Ain't there nothing in the past,
Ain't there nothing in the future,
It's all here in the present.
Why go back and forth
as much as our conscience allows.
Maybe that's why God made butterflies,
It does'nt think what its like
to be back in a cocoon,
Just dreams on the flower its sitting on...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem