Little butterfly - Marian's blog - Marian Slagman

Spread your wings and fly, little butterfly,
chase the winds of the midsomer sky.
Take flight,
and write,
your story between the clouds.

Spread your wings and dance, little butterfly.
Dance in the breeze of the late evening sky.
Twirl and twist,
in the evening mist,
your story will be heard.

Spread your wings an float, little butterfly,
carried away by the midnight sky.
Life's gone,
eternity won,
your story is only begun.