On a clear August day
Do
you see the butterflies little one?
Fluttering
through flowers and trees.
Look,
look at the leaves floating down, little one
Hear
them crunch beneath our feet.
Listen
to the song of the wind little one
And
feel it ruffle your hair.
Let’s
call out to the crow little one,
Sitting
on a branch just there.
The
wonder in your eyes
Awakens
wonder in my heart
And
I wish you could stay,
And
let me share the wonder.
Stay,
little one,
Stay here,
Safe in Grandma’s arms.