Can I have the copy of the irrepressible heart?

Answer 1

My heart shall ever try

to be a butter fly

that the whole world seem

lush petals of a dream.

Thus once i spied the dawn-

a thirsty timid fawn

drinking a swimming pool

of darkness deep and cool.

In hour of fun

i saw the early sun,

a spider spinning white

and golden threads of light.

Oh, i shall have ever try

to be a butter fly

that would the green earth be

a fairy land to me.

Thus every day is brief

that is a cabbage leaf

the wormish night

feeds on

in munching monotone.

The stars that i decry

are campfires in the sky

where i shall someday camp

when i have ceased on the tramp.

If you should not try

to be a butter fly the whole wide world would seem

lush petal of a dream!