Heading down the highway, just making tracks for home
The clouds are soft and gray with unshed tears,
The trees are waving back at me with a hundred shades of green
Spring is busy waking up the year.

Force of life so strong you can feel the old earth humming
There's magic in the air, and it's a song of joy that's coming,
Don't you know, you are a butterfly.

The winter of your spirit is leaving you at last
Free to let the winds of change sweep through,
The purifying fire has burned away the old dead wood
And tears, like Spring, have washed you clean and new.

When you're down there on the bottom there's no place to look but up
And when your heart is thirsty there is life to fill your cup,
Don't you know, your soul is being born.

The pain has gone and left your eyes with a new and gentle light
It's not for us to know the reasons why,
Watch the wildflowers winking in the tender blades of grass
Welcome back to life, my friend, you're doing fine.

When you're down there on the bottom there's no place to look but up
And when your heart is thirsty there is life to fill your cup,
Don't you know---your wings are dry, and you can fly.
Welcome back, welcome back new butterfly.

©2003 Maria Larson