Come on, look
The spirit of a wandering butterfly
Gently, slowly waved by the wind
Come on, look
The spirit of a glimmering butterfly
Swiftly, dimply floating through the crowd
Come on, watch
The spirit of a butterfly left to wish
Wish upon itself, wish for itself
Slightly swooned by the sweet beauty of Venus
Saved by a spinning thought of honey
Rested by the soothing voice of honey
Come, look
Look closely
The shimmering spirit of a growing butterfly
-Naytica-
