• I saw a tiny butterfly
    Resting on a patch of snow
    Listen, can you hear
    The gentle whispers of my darling friend
    Do not be judgmental
    Of the patch of cold
    For hidden beneath my butterfly
    Is a treasure as rare as gold
    The golden petals rest
    With a honey, nectar smell
    This is a true treasure
    If you’d look hard enough as well
    As my friend flies away
    To see another day
    Knowing that in that little patch of snow
    My treasured self with stay
    Until another butterfly
    Takes me in its arms
    I am merely hidden in the snow
    Away from joy and harm