Once upon a time there was a butterfly,
A deep blue butterfly that flew miles and miles
Across fields of flowers,
Over oceans and rivers,
Big cities and small towns.
After traveling for so long
The blue butterfly felt exhausted
And couldn’t move her wings any longer.
So she started falling and falling,
Down, down, to the ground,
First slowly and then fast
The butterfly was falling to the ground.
Just then a kite that was floating by
Saw the butterfly falling
And got closer to help her land
First on his soft paper,
And then on the green grass.
The kite found the shade of an old fig tree
To leave the butterfly to rest,
And he waited and waited and waited
And waited, patiently waited one day,
Two days, even three days
And three nights.
Then one day, when a warm breeze blew around the fig tree,
The kite soared again into the sky,
Floating and flying
And flying and floating,
Among birds, fairies and ladybugs.
And yet another day, one sunny morning of spring,
The kite flew back to the old fig tree
Looking for the deep blue butterfly.
Instead of the butterfly
He found the most beautiful blue rose
Blooming in the shade,
Under the fig tree,
On the green grass.
Every spring the kite went to the same place
To see the blue rose growing,
Looking for the kite,
Filling the air with a sweet fragrance
That made birds and ladybugs
And so many more butterflies
Come around and soared to the clouds,
Up high and higher up,