Butterflies and Moon Beams.

Moonbeams riding down the trail,
On the rays of love.
Supported by the glowing stars,
From the skies above,

Not stopping for anything
Until they fill my room.
Catching on my window sill
Chasing off my gloom.

Life is always changing,
Right before my eyes.
Caterpillars changing
Into pretty Butterflies

Caterpillars curling up,
Each in a tiny cocoon,
Changing into Butterflies,
Flying to the Moon

Those things are there for all of us,
As Music does fill the air.
Butterflies and Moonbeams
Sending moon blossoms every where.