Fluttering on the Wind

Fluttering on the wind
Came a rare butterfly
One might only find once
So beautiful artists would cry

More brilliant than the sun
Like a dancer, color fluttered
And in lack of talent
Tears of artists would shutter

Aware it would fly away
Myself made benign of disturbance
Thinking surely it would stay
If kindness was found in abundance

In the moment it was there
I realized a life not wasted
Could be filled overflowing
With no other memories encrusted

With an absence equally profound
It continued its wayward trajection
As it fluttered away
Despite all my affection

And now its image sustained
Reviewed again and again
And my thoughts will remain
Fluttering on the wind

「すぐ翻訳します。」