The butterfly soars again
Born from magic dust
Its massive wings
Torn no more

Rainbows of immense colors
Strength of crisp bones
To hold the strong smile
To the face of a tiny God

Flight courses through the body
Streams of candy to the eye
A flash to the pupil
A lustrous gloss of sugar

Body and soul back to one
The butterfly lifts to the sky
To experience such a vision
To endure a piece of heaven