An unexpected visit from a winter sky,

Came raining down the cherry tree in spring,

A firework upon which sat a butterfly;

With colours of a black rose petal in its wing.

There came an old man to admire her,

An old, dry hand to shake a branch alike,

He asked her if his years had now expired,

'A year for you is just a day to me, she said, 

'and I so bloom, 
every single night.'