The Golden Monarch flutters around
bringing grace to the lost,
and found.

A wistful breeze
carries notes
thru the forest leaves
placing a song to the bitter toungue;

sung in we, the sad of soul,
strumming harps
within the heart's folds,
tranquil of spirit,
it's grace unfolds

the story of we,
tumoltuos seas
whose warm current told

the stars that light
the flight
of the golden monarch's wings...