Butterfly, butter fly
Do you ever cry?
Do you ever stop and weep?
Tender sky, tender sky
Hints of pink, subtle greys with a heavenly blaze
Do you ever stop to gaze?
Evergreens, for all trees are forever green
Do you ever stop and sigh?
Do you ever gain a jealous eye?
At the birds that fly or the waters that flow?
Water blue, water green, crisp and clean
Do you ever wish you could just stop and dream?
Negate your flow and just stop and blow?
Drifting winds, drifting wind
Oh when you howl we know when the time comes you’re never a coward
But do you ever wish to stand in silence?
To brush a cheek without a peep?
For I doubt if they all could speak
Speak to you or I that is
They’d never dream of conquering or wearing another hand
Because they recognize their purpose in the great picture of this land
Our mothers land, her nurturing hand, her face that should never be smacked by man’s hand
So why do we continue to turn her cheeks purple and blue?
Think deep the answer is with in you
