As the moth flexes its wings,
the flower blooms,
the ants pause,
innocence,
born.
Born
in June,
the rain sings
for birds on our roof,
Laughter jumps from wall to wall.
As the moth flexes its wings,
the flower blooms,
the ants pause,
innocence,
born.
Born
in June,
the rain sings
for birds on our roof,
Laughter jumps from wall to wall.
