THE MESSAGE:

He found the message in the bottle,

Washed up on the cold & icy beach,

Bobbing up & down upon the waves,

It was just within his grasping reach.

 

He opened the message in the bottle,

It came with butterfly & golden curl,

The writing on note, was so delicate,

It came from a small & invisible girl.

 

He read the message in the bottle,

“If you find my butterfly, please let her fly,

Upon my lock of hair to keep her warm,

 Alone in my cold country she would die.”

 

He touched the message in the bottle,

Butterfly stretched her wings upon his hand,

That little girl so far away, cared just as he,

Both knew she´d be safe in his warm land.