The Papillon Story
Roses scent and bloom in snowy fields.
Papillon flies where hopes and recollections are revealed.
These ethereal fluttering butterfly wings,
halo the sky and sing.
Once again you are in view,
stretching over all the times that flew.
Your presence comforts me,
and in my mind’s eye I see,
all that was and all that might be.
Oh sweet lovely memories,
now my fondest reveries.