An array of green leaves blinds me as I push away a branch. Trees all around me are transpiring in the moist spring earth. Sweat drips down my spine as I work my way up to the top of the slippery rock ledge. A veil of clouds shadows across the sun above as I get closer and closer to the top. I take my last few steps to the peak as the warm sun breaks free and pours down upon my face.
Butterfly, Butterfly don’t flutter away,
Your wonderful colors have caught my eye.
Pink and orange, yellow and blue,
Red and green, Purple too.