Butterflies are so beautiful
All I want to do is keep them in a bottle
But that locks away their freedom
And can make them die.
Yet they can blossom again during the night.
Their beauty makes the green grass so beautiful
It brings out beauty in nature’s art.
At times it’s best that I set them free
So they can flourish
And leave the darkness in my bottle.
I watch their beauty far from me
As they fly in flocks with beautiful wings.
Oh, my dearest butterfly,
So I can no longer watch your beauty
Nor keep you away from your freedom.
My glass is now open.