“In the garden my soul is sunshine”
“How does one become a butterfly?” she asked. “You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.” –Trina Paulus
Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.”
— Hans Christian Anderson
“Butterflies…flowers that fly and all but sing.” – Robert Frost
On a Clear Day I can see my future.
On a Clear day I can see me smiling.
On a clear day I can see the winds of change a-shifting.
As the sun shines down its ray’s a-spiraling
I can feel the warmth upon my shoulders.
I am not afraid to man my ground.
I know that on a Clear Day, my doubts will hardly echo,
Resonate sounds of days before…
When dignified was far from life.
The joyous chimes of glad will ring upon the fierce winds of change…
Over-filling the voids, pots and barrels of the yet paid stipends
Charged in error by philosophy, loneliness, principle, lust and greed.
On a Clear Day… I can see… I can see me on a Clear day…