It’s that time of year again
When the butterflies come
Doesn’t matter if it rains
Or if we have sun.

They fly about each day
As their beauty abounds
Silent and peaceful
Without any sounds.

So I want a magic butterfly
To land upon my hand
A beautiful little butterfly
To bring what I demand.

They’re so pretty and they fly so nice
Flying near and flying far
I believe that they can take my wishes
High above to that wishing star.

Then upon their return journey
Fly back with dreams come true
Or at least with some direction
To help me to get through.

But even if they just come again
Their beautiful wings spread wide
And flutter quietly around my head
Then at least I’d know that they have tried.

For they’re silent and they’re secret
They come and then they go
Though every time one flies near me
If nothing else, they bring beauty to show.