The morning of the Day of Spring
Begins life of His butterfly
The flight of birds, their voices sing
As His beauty flutters by
The summer sun spread upon
To mark the day of happiness
Flying free from day ‘til dawn
Dozing under starriness
Autumn days creep silent near
Light grows dark, wings grow faint
The flying creature has no fear
Yet knows the cold is never late
Sheer winter buries day and night
With quilts of ice in one big burst
Cold wind and air rejects its flight
Now pain takes over. No longer hurts.