The Butterflies of Little Meed

Down through the village of little meed
flows through a river wide,
and high upon the river bank
behind the trees they hide,

They move around in such a way
not human could they be,
Yet there upon their little heads,
a human face I see.

To them I am a giant beast
stranger than they've seen,
bu to me they're butterflies
like none there's ever been...