Have patience said the butterfly
don't let lifes lessons pass you by.
Of the pretty�rose up yonder
the butterfly does surely�ponder.
Inside his cocoon in patience he waits
for a journey to soon take place.
Inside his metamorphous journey,
what would happen if he'd hurry?
would he still sprout with wings to spread?
would the rose�still be the color of red?
in patience one waits
in silence one knows
Be present said the butterfly
to be the things that pass you by.
be present in everything you see
be your life and you'll be free.