Butterflies whirl around in my garden
Sometimes tumbling together in the air,
While sun give glows to each flower,
Birds and bees come from everywhere
Inside I see a butterfly wrestle
To get out trough the windowglas,
With no avail to an escape
In spite desperate endeavers to pass..
I wonder why I always have butterflies..
Nevertheless seasons already has gone by
Although they furfill me with happiness
I rather see my butterflies free
In the sky....
