Red butterfly, pretty and bright
An expression of glee
Until you leave my sight
Your wings reflect the morning light
I beg you, don't flee
Red butterfly, pretty and bright

Defying the depth of night
Pleading you not to leave me
Until you leave my sight

Do your colours not rival the colors of a kite?
To my mind, without doubt, certainly
Red butterfly, pretty and bright

I watch you escape winter's cold bite
The cold bite of death, eternally
Until you leave my sight

You leave, it is your right
A face behind a window saw you flee
Red butterfly, pretty and bright
Until, at last, you leave my sight