And I chase it along the clear stream
The trees are whistling softly around me
And I’m caught in the sun’s shining beams.
The butterfly teases me and gently tickles
As it flutters near my face and hair;
I pursue its flight over rock and hill
As it hangs beautifully in the air.
I reach for the butterfly, as high as I can,
My arm stretched out as far as it’ll go
But the butterfly floats higher above
And I’m left still chasing from below.
The stream runs faster, the current picks up
And I run as hard as my legs allow;
I want to speed up and catch the creature in my hand
But my legs just don’t know how.
I see the waterfall ahead and I know I must stop
While the butterfly continues to fly
And it disappears so quickly into the mist
That I don’t have time to say goodbye.