Dim.

Blinking eyes, tucked-in hair
Nervous toes & flying butterflies

A look at the butterflies, off they go,
Leaving behind a smile of row

Touch of the lips on the honeybunch trees,
Blushing little butterflies, making smile the tree

Mildly disappearing butterflies go off the sight,
Catch the moon & hold it tight

A day will come when butterflies dont go,
Honeybunch trees will come in the row

Kissing the tree, will butterflies remain,
And never let themselves disappear again..