flight of the butterfly, rising free
As I wake this morning
I feel your side of the bed
And you are again not there
I choke back a tear
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
hawks fly, rabbits hop, trees grow
it is their nature
likewise
friends cry, lovers die, hopes flow
it is our nature
thus
acceptance dawns
when i open my eyes
and see all
as it is
which leads to
a tear, a hug, a giggle