The art of camouflage in the wing,
The butterfly, glides, in the warming of spring.
Landing slight, ever close,
Then lunges, gone, its beauty the most.
Take my all with you,
Away on your flight,
See the whole world,
Oh what a sight.
Estranged, I\'m in love,
The winged butterfly.
Soars up above,
Behold in the eye.