Awaken from its slumber comes a butterfly,
Broke out from it's cocoon ready to fly,
Yet it fluttered it's wings only to die,
Along came a little girl who saw the butterfly,
She says to the butterfly "Please don't die."
The dying butterfly smiles and replies,
Don't be sad my dear child,
For I am already flying in your mind,
As long as you remember me,
I'll continue to fly...
Dennis Teh
