A scarecrow is standing
lonely in the field
scaring away
all of the birds

A scarecrow is somber
because he knows
the birds will never like him
he will always be alone

In summer he stands
his timber body
cracking in the heat
as the farmer harvests his grain
not batting an eye
at his old fiend

In autumn he stands
he is left alone
neglected
he can only watch over
as the new plants
grow on the land

In winter he soaks
as the land take in
all of the rain
as he stand in the goo
he simply wants someone
to take him in too

In spring, the season of love
all he can hear are the voices above
the crows and the sparrow
screaming at him
he is frozen
able only to grim

As he know only spite
he spots something bright
shining with happy and glee
between the flowers flies free
a beautiful, colorful butterfly

He then understands
that he is the one
that keeps the butterfly safe

all the heat,
all the cold,
all the drought,
all the rain,
all the loneliness,
all the pain,
are fine
as long as the butterfly
can shine