Butterfly Box

Butterfly box In your throat a box of sound To your human being bound Take a breath and spark a chord So your beings’ needs emplored Of a mind filled with thought Lips are a net with which they’re caught Resonating in space with boundless meaning What are senses perceiving, without speaking? In a mindless jabber, remember this thing Like wind formed from a butterflies wing The box can make one laugh and sing Or hurt and death it can also bring. When a mind, a heart and soul combined True words to your spirit you will find In your throat lay a butterfly box Filled with life, and sings in flocks.