A butterfly - So bright and cheer
has come upon this leaf of fear.

His colors start to fade away,
the muscles soon will disobey.

His breath is heavy, the feet are sore.
his wounded heart shall beat no more.

Oh woe his sorrow and his pain
In calming darkness, he shall drain.

No need to mourn, no need to weep
when he enjoys eternal sleep.

- Elin Odelberg