Butterfly If I were a butterfly... ...Would I fly away With wings I could fly away, run away, make a new start. Given a situation where you can fight of flight, flight sounds appealing, with the wings of a butterfly. If I were a butterfly... ...would I fly away Those who fight in a difficult situation are more passionate about their situation, if you forever run, you are forever on the sidelines of society, dodging things that come your way. If you fight, you are consumed in the swell of the love of people, in the thick of this beautiful chaos. If you were a butterfly... ...would you fly away?

Stop If nothing changed... We would never grow wiser Stay wrapped up safe and warm Never loose the innocence that comes with naivety Be able to understand the world without it changing and setting you off balance The rules would never change Lost in the moment Captivated by the stillness of it tranquility What would it take.. To just stop.... And wonder

Wind Or Rock? A wind calls out Beckoning the tree's Free as can be The rock; cold and hard: Yet has been so far; seen so much But unable to share Just left to despair Is it wrong? To want to observe rather than shout To listen, patiently; rather than force my views across. Why can't people make up their minds? They tell the loud, to be quiet And the quiet to Speak up! Which is wiser, the rock or the wind? The wind has its ups and downs, but the rock stays constant. Though the wind may have its downs, it does have ups And although the rock doesn't have downs, neither does it have ups Frozen. Free. What should we be?

Mozart The tree sways in the calm innocent breeze of my green home, swish The bird makes it's presence known on the high branch it claimed, chirp Along came the cars, a constant drone supplementing the chorus of sounds twirling and catapulting in a never ending symphony