Berceuse

Butterflies

Night butterflies

Fold their wings and sing their lullabies

Plant themselves in fragrant grasses

Dewy drops on their eyelashes

Whisper to the world, “Goodnight.”

Rest their hands on dresses white

Close their eyes

 

Bird

Blue bird

Fold your weary wings without a word

Dream of sun and open sky

There you’ll fly

As you lie

Silent in your ocean bed

Made of lilies painted red

Don’t be heard

 

Butterflies

White butterflies

Fold their wings

And sleep

Never will you hear a sound

From their cradles underground

You won’t hear them - they’re not there

They’re floating in the morning air

They are flowers

Bright flowers

Little beams

Little gleams

Little dreams