Innocent bright-eyed girl,
Stands and watches the butterflies take flight,
Into the deep purple plush sky of night,
Her favorite color.
The cool desert air surrounds her.
The glowing moon illuminates her shadowy brown eyes.
She takes a look around and then softly sighs,
Her favorite view.
Up and up they soar, away and out of sight.
Rhythmic sounds of praising can be heard in the distance.
Seeing that the winged creatures need no assistance,
She heads back inside to the tranquil worshiping place,
Her favorite spot.
