Sitting in a crowded bus, a butterfly drowned me in fallen leaves
And the leaves stayed with me right there, when of them I begged please
Then they piled on upon me and with them blew me far away
To my home of many years, where not so long ago I did stay
In every leaf I saw, my hopes and dreams as they were
In a time that seems long past, so long, even the memory is a blur
But the leaves said they'd been trod upon, that their crunched form held the past
That no matter where I go now, in them, those memories will forever last
So one day when I come back, after times well spent elsewhere
To the place where my heart so fondly rests, that they'd still be right there
To help me find my way back, to welcome me home again
In the gardens of the butterfly, where I may still tread on them once again...
(Maybe someday you will read the original that inspired this one...one of the best poems I've read, period. Ah well, until then, you can read this one...)
And the leaves stayed with me right there, when of them I begged please
Then they piled on upon me and with them blew me far away
To my home of many years, where not so long ago I did stay
In every leaf I saw, my hopes and dreams as they were
In a time that seems long past, so long, even the memory is a blur
But the leaves said they'd been trod upon, that their crunched form held the past
That no matter where I go now, in them, those memories will forever last
So one day when I come back, after times well spent elsewhere
To the place where my heart so fondly rests, that they'd still be right there
To help me find my way back, to welcome me home again
In the gardens of the butterfly, where I may still tread on them once again...
(Maybe someday you will read the original that inspired this one...one of the best poems I've read, period. Ah well, until then, you can read this one...)
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