As the blank white snow drifts to the ground,
Flakes floating dodging all around,
A single frozen butterfly flutters without a sound.
This puny insect has been raging for days,
With all itís strength in the snow it will not lay,
Resting it can not commit only aim south toward a warmer bay.
Itís wings are crystalline and shimmering,
The only thought that keeps him going is the warm desire lingering,
Each flake against his body stinger-ing.
This brave bug will never see a great butterfly throng,
Itís wings canít hold out for long,
The butterfly crashes into the snow where it belongs,
And for him I wrote this Butterfly Requiem song.