I was sad, oh so sad, All alone in my pain. Thankfully that was when The Balloon Lady came. I had hung my head down And let out a groan, When I saw a foot standing Right next to my own. I looked ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Once upon a time, in the softness and perfect blossoming of a July summer, a butterfly was fluttering at the whim of the wind, under the knowing gaze of the sun. She flew high in the sky, higher than any other butterfly. She wanted to see what was hidden beyond the clouds. Her ethereal grace and shimmering colors attracted the attention of a Sunbeam. Dazzled by the aerial dance of that little insect, ephemeral yet so full of life, the timid Sunbeam fell deeply in love. Not knowing how to express the ardor of his feelings, he started shining more brightly. He bathed the flying butterfly in ligh