In sudden rain a butterfly
Fell down all soaking wet.
I picked it lightly from the street;
It trembled slightly yet.
Beneath a tree I blew on it
So steadily, yet soft,
That when the sun came out again,
Again it flew aloft.
Oh life so fragile, life so fair,
I gave my breath to thee,
That thou might fly upon the air,
And I thy living see!