You are but a butterfly,
And in my hand you drifted slowly,
gently

You are but a burst of colors
And my eyes marvel the grandeur of your shadows

You are but flower
That will slowly die during the summer

You are but the sun
That shines so bright
The future becomes blurry

You are but the wind
That my heart cant contain

And like a butterfly, you flew
Like the wind you blew
Like the sun you set
Like everybody else,

You left.