Burden of the butterfly

Tell me, oh tell me 

What burdens the butterfly

Sipping on sweet nectar

She looks at the world

 Troubled with all the trouble

Fidgets and causes a few hurricanes of her own

Tries to fight, with wings so light

The wind whispers to her

"You are here to help the flowers,

That's all the world needs sometimes

That's all that you got to do sometimes,

That's all that you can do sometimes."