I'm walking down a path
That though I've chosen
Is nothing more than mundane
For everything along lies frozen,
No flowers to line the way
Nor leaves making merry on the trees
I've stopped wishing on the winds
For there's a chill even on the breeze,
But life's funny sometimes
And finds ways to leave you surprised
In the chill of all the frost
In my path, suddenly flitters that butterfly!
On wings bellowed on hopes
She leaves me staring in her wake
With the warmth of her dreamy flight
She brings alive, the long-frozen lake,
As she floats over the ripples
I follow her and wet my toes
Mesmerized by her beauty and grace
I stand afar and watch her real close...
Then as suddenly as she'd come
She's gone and I sigh,
And once again, I am left longing
For whence I'd see, that flittering-fluttering butterfly!