The frail evergreen weeping in pain

Staying out in the soggy yard getting rain

Flicking dried needles on the ground

Being melancholy with a reason found

Dangling above the valley with its pine combs in site

Enjoying the crimson sun shining down from pinnacle height

Aroused by the deep colors of blue in the night

Tossing the moon up in the sky to take flight

Way up above in the distance of a mile

Come birds flying down to sit on a pile

Along come the bees to hover with please

Drinking their honey from out of fruity trees

Looking out in the water to observe the beavers

While playing melodies upon the rocky rivers

Happy I was while dancing in the town

As soon as I heard the waterfall collapse down

When out of the swampy green a noise came through

Shouting loud words that I cant begin to do

Gliding myself secretly with crescent wings

To reach my destination having broken rings

Then I followed the Egyptian map for miles forward

Exploring ancient palaces with nothing less going toward

I saw a golden butterfly leaped up against the edge

Surrounding it from escaping the palace's ledge

I thought it flew past me the moment I looked away

But then I saw it plopped down on me to lay in the way.