the rain came bursting forth into Spain
dawning day far spent filled with lies
a faint butterfly left desolate through a stream
we filed slowly into the coliseum alone
filter through the words left to permeate my being
the conclaves of taunt residue upon my parade
the butterfly left desolate in flight
Tears would flow down my face upon the opened prairie
many days being far spent away from mediation
to turn over a brand new leaf
words can be tempered in the fire
shape through the trees a perfect breeze
That was really nice.