Following her deep into the pale smokes of the cave,
the butterfly spreads her wings to fly.
I step gently and quietly hear her motions.

She is my roof against the snow,
and the snow was the bullying I endured during my childhood.
I was blind, and she cured me.

The butterfly kisses the fog, and I embrace its guidance.
I feel one with her. She comforts me that I will find my way.
The sun rays penetrate the dense fog as the cave's walls deplete.

The black butterfly disappears into the light.
I got left with nothing but a lesson whispered in my ear by the sun:
''Once you are free from the blackness,
my guidance has completed your journey!''