I was sitting under a tree

On a hot summer day

So hot

It makes you sweat

And beg for a nice icy cold lemonade

There were bees collecting honey

And ants storing crumbs of cookies

Then out of the corner of my eye

I spyed 

And old friend of mine

Winged creatures

That have wings of no other

They have green, blue, even striped 

Wings on their bodies

It looks like as if they were painted

They lifted me up

And flew through the skies

As I took a journey with the butterflies