Jack Foley

A butterfly sits on a flower

Watching, waiting for the hour

And somewhere in the world, the trees softly sway

The butterfly, it beats its wings

To herald in the birth of spring

The winds are gusting, a thousand miles away

As it launches itself into the air

The people would all stop and stare

Just as they do, when the rain falls down

A butterfly lands on a flower

So small to have so great a power

On the horizon, the hurricane comes this way