flight of the butterfly, rising free
winter winds blow the seeds
scatter them over the lands
until they find a new home
and set down new roots
The day of great miracles is at hand
Lift me, dear God, to the place where love surrounds
I am lost and alone in this tumultuous world
My spirit has a great need to return to Your love
Golden serenader hidden from view
Sweetest song flows from the leaves
Sung to another with golden wings
In a beautiful voice the little bird sings
Two with ears to listen anew
Shared perception, joined heart receives
Enjoy the gift with reverent glee
Of nature’s bountiful symphony
Golden serenade, heard by few
Sweetest song, true love believes
Bliss and joy flow from the heart
Find perfection in each moment’s art
Be the song your soul pursues
Create the notes your song perceives
Dance and walk this perfect day
Choose to live in divinity’s way