flight of the butterfly, rising free
Long flowing hair
Golden as the sounds of her song
Voice that fills the world
And lingers with each note
The tears flow easily this morning
as my feet find your feet. The warmth
of your skin warms also my heart.
The warmth of my heart
Her feet walk on cotton
The clouds way up high
Her smile grows wider
No need to ask why
The dance is her life
The beat fills her soul
As we gaze upon the beauty
We, her, you, me, are whole