As the rain falls, a misty haze hides
the world beyond my sight.
Within the gentle twilight, under an
island tree.
Rests a butterfly upon the flowers, a
lonely sight, within the hazy light.
The graves of loved ones, safe and
sound they are, underneath the roots of the island tree.
As the sun falls upon the horizon’s
edge, the misty haze, the drops of rain become the color of the sun.
Like tear drops of the sun, they
disappear as they fall upon the earth.
The flowers as white as a newly made canvas
are painted the colors of sun.
The butterfly with wings the color of
the evening sky, flaps its wings in the light.
Like a jewel, the colors shine in the
fading light.
The island tree in the misty haze, is a
lonely sight, to this heart of mine.
Yet in the fading light, the colored
drops paint the world in brilliant colors.
Makes the hazy light, become a
dream that only comes in the falling rain.
