oh butterflies
of belize
how your wings
beat for escape
from the cage
of your
of belize
how your wings
beat for escape
from the cage
of your
destiny
i stand with you
weary and tired
in the struggle
of flight
for
something
better
different
new
i stand with you
weary and tired
in the struggle
of flight
for
something
better
different
new
crashing against
the morning dew
each day
the morning dew
each day
seeking light
beyond reach
our time is filled
with empty space
waiting
waiting
waiting
locked in our prison
of unrest
abandoned
forgotten
tattered and torn
abandoned
forgotten
tattered and torn
we seek freedom
like the
air
the butterflies
of belize
and
me
me
: :
reena
: :
(The image above is from a butterfly conservatory we visited while staying at
The Lodge of Chaa Creek near San Ignacio, Belize, several years ago.)
