Beginning like a little egg, soon to hatch into a butterfly
we search for the way of the butterfly,
starting from the lowest phase slowly reaching the skies.
Butterflies are like us, they cannot see the elegance in their wings,
but everyone else sees their glorious emergence
in the likeness of winter to spring.
Like a bridge connecting two energies,
one is water and the other is fire.
Both form a steam,
two in one are gathered to roam around,
with the sun above drowning them in a stream of unity.
Rainbow arises, butterflies absorb its colors
spreading its waves across in every life,
foaming the surface in flowers.
We search for the way of the butterfly
that reaches the dawn of another day.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC
Beginning like a little egg, soon to hatch into a butterfly
we search for the way of the butterfly,
starting from the lowest phase slowly reaching the skies.
Butterflies are like us, they cannot see the elegance in their wings,
but everyone else sees their glorious emergence
in the likeness of winter to spring.
Like a bridge connecting two energies,
one is water and the other is fire.
Both form a steam,
two in one are gathered to roam around,
with the sun above drowning them in a stream of unity.
Rainbow arises, butterflies absorb its colors
spreading its waves across in every life,
foaming the surface in flowers.
We search for the way of the butterfly
that reaches the dawn of another day.
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