See the butterflies fly at dawn,
Catch them all before they're gone.
Some fly in shadows,
Some fly in light.
Some fly with ease,
And some fly with might.
Catch all their different colors and hues,
Drawing them near with sweet hums and coos.
Gently they come, soft on your hand,
Taking it in, "My! This is grand!"
They bid in you feelings you can't comprehend,
But all of your heart-sores just seem to mend.
You relax and recall
Times now gone by
And fully and whole-heartedly
Let out a sigh.
The butterflies dance in the air all around,
Magnificent rainbows, with ne'er a sound.
You close your eyes and float to the sky
Before you could tell them all "goodbye."