Alive

On a dew night

When I walk through the slightly

Moistened grass

I see you standing among

The flowers, and such

A heavenly sight,

The petals bloom when

You carass them,

And the dead grass turns green

Your eyes, full of love

Turn solemn as you turn to the

Lifeless butterfly

And when your hands,

Pick the poor creature,

Ever so slightly

It spurs to life

And flies towards the infinite

Your joy echoes throughout

Your body gleams

And the silent trees

Burst with chitterings.