Today i saved a butterfly...

Iam looking out to the window, searching for an answer...
my life seems like its all tumbling down, like this rain iam seeing after...

the lighting flickers in the far away fields, seeming so near...
but i know its only God taking a picture, of our house and dear...

i decide to go out for a walk, in the soaking rain...
i stumble across a blinding fear, this thing covered with moss...

i sit and hear all the little insects, me fealing the drops that look like tears...
i look up at the sky, its moving so fast...

i take a brake and rest for a while, near the steaming mere...
the rain has calmed down and i see my reflection in the mere...

i look down into the water, behind my gloomy face...
i see a little blue butterfly, thinking its near its end...

i scoop the little blue butterfly out of the water, thinking its dead...
it lays there not moving, on the tips of my finger beds...

i blow on it gently, so as not to wake it from its sleep...
it starts moving, its wings up in the air...

it flyes off into the suns ryes, not looking back...
i stand up with my good deed done for the day...

today i saved a butterfly, a butterfly i saved...