Those beautiful forests Streams running down the mountain Leaves riding the wind Sunlight shimmering through tall trees Lush green meadows I am a butterfly I had a home or two. I’m trying to find
it. Have you seen it somewhere? I remember
there were flowers. How I love flowers. Morning dew on petals. A million colors
or more. Sweet nectar of life. How they would open
up for me. Where are you? Where are you?