If they could speak
As the butterflies dance around the great green, the grand ballet of nature and life takes place, A kaleidoscope of colors - orange, black, white Like the balance of the world swirling across the last rays of the sun And they pirouette for all that is beautiful and warm - swaying like time and its grace Tiny feet - little black silk strings - tapping across the earth and him, Him- for all they know is goodness and a peaceful soul, Braveness shaped with a beating heart and bones, If the butterflies could sing, they would sing for him About the pines and their guardian - about the man that held...