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,
Safe in Grandma’s arms.