A butterfly Flaps its wings
And across the world
A wave knocks A laughing girl Into a surprised stranger
They fall in love.
An eagle shrieks And flaps its wings.
The effects of this will be lost To the winds,
The effects of this will be lost To the winds, Carrying their now-usual reeking omen.
A wave crashes Higher and higher up the shore
Closer to the village every day.
A lover loses their wife To contaminated lungs.
There are so few butterflies these days.