The Butterfly

Flap your wings gently, oh butterfly,
You just emerged from your cocoon!
Your own silk thread you did untie
Before the sun lightly warmed the forenoon.

For the rest of the world you were dead,
When you knit your own silk tomb.
But you were just asleep in that bed
Which was only a birth giving womb

Clap my hands I in elation!
For seeming death is only a sleep
All creatures will rise in jubilation,
Life they will gain, life they will keep.

Like larvae on leaves we live in the world,
Then in earth’s womb we will be hidden;
There we shall take on wings of gold
And fly in the exotic Garden of Eden.