i was sad

i was sad and sorrowful;

i walked in the woods

where wind was gentle

and air happy.

flowers were showered with the morning dew.

spring was running cool

and clear.

i saw a butterfly practicing tango steps

on jasmines and wild roses.

colors of the butterfly, those of rainbow

amazed, i inquired how he has come to have such colors.

"reflection of my lover",

happily he cried.

my tear dropped.

looking for my tear

in the spring

i saw

the rainbow