The City, within the range of my sight,
With cars zooming past, where planes take flight.
I walk past many gigantic buildings,
Oblivious to all this smoke.
I hear a cackle of laughter,
The results of the bartenders nitwit joke.
Zoom goes past a butterfly,
I hear the wind, hard on my face, blow.
I watch grass shoot up from the ground,
I see the leaves, with a hidden glow.
The last traces of winter clears,
And the spring laughingly shows.
Have you ever visited the meadows, at dawn.
Have you ever gone there, when you’re so forlorn.
Have you tramped past the meadows, lush green.
Shining brightly, with a vibrant sheen.
Have you gone there, when somebody’s been mean.
Shout out loud, nobody will ever hear a scream.
If you ever have a problem, ever be lone.
Go watch the butterflies, and your troubles will be long gone.