The First Butterfly

Just last night, I reconnected with an old friend and penpal from when I was attending Edinboro University back in the early nineties. Sarah H. was not a student at Edinboro, but rather at Texas A&M university that I had gotten to know via an online digest called "Elfinkind Digest". She and I had called each other a few times, and maintained contact with each other until I had moved to Harrisburg area, and then for some reason, contact was lost. I don't remember how exactly I had come across her name yesterday, but I saw it, the light came on, and I messaged her to see if she was my old friend. The response came back that she was indeed the same Sarah H. that I had known back then, and the reference to the blind girl I was dating at the time was the clincher.
At any rate, way back then, Sarah had sent me a taped copy of an LP that she had by the Boone Girls (Debbie Boone and her sisters), called 'Glass Castles', and on it was a song that I had instantly fallen in love with, and I asked her about it, and she directed me to where I could find it. The song was entitled 'The First Butterfly', and I will share the lyrics here. enjoy.

The First Butterfly

"In the land of caterpillars
With its dandelion pillars,
For the worms there was no world beyond their town.
They didn't know a bird could fly.
They'd never seen a summer sky.
Their eyes were always facing down.
Their lives were fastened to the ground.

(In the Land of caterpillars with its dandelion pillars)

But one young caterpillar saw
That they were blinded by their law.
He spent his lifetime showing them the sky.
He said he'd fly just like the birds.
Some said 'Take me!'
Some said 'Absurd!'
Yet 'Someday, I will fly.' he said,
'But first I'll have to die.'

(In the Land of caterpillars with its dandelion pillars)

Then they led him to a fallen leaf
To see the caterpillar chief.
Who questioned him and sentenced him to die.
So he meade him spin himself a tomb,
But nature changed it to a womb.
And he was born again to fly,
And be the world's first butterfly.

(In the Land of caterpillars with its dandelion pillars)

Butterfly, butterfly,
Won't you please teach us to fly.
You told us that you would someday,
But we thought it was a lie.
Then the wind breathed out a sigh
And filled the air with his reply.
He whispered as he fluttered by,
'You only have to die.'

A Man lived very long ago,
A Man of sorrow, A Man of woe
He came to open up our earthbound eye.
What once was His cocoon
Is now a dark and empty tomb.
The day He went to die for me,
He showed me how to fly, you see.
He showed me how to fly.

Butterfly, butterfly,
Won't you please teach us to fly.
You told us that you would someday,
But we thought it was a lie.
Then the wind breathed out a sigh
And filled the air with his reply.
He whispered as he fluttered by,
'You only have to die.'
'You only have to die.'"