Ascension
You are precious more than I could express. Melodies and words are poor at best. You are a gift to me. A treasure from heaven. You were created to fly. To decorate the blue sky. Show the world your colorful wings my butterfly.

[from Butterfly by The Choir]

The Greek name for a butterfly is Psyche, and the same word means the soul. There is no illustration of the immortality of the soul so striking and beautiful as the butterfly, bursting on brilliant wings from the tomb in which it has lain, after a dull, grovelling, caterpillar existence, to flutter in the blaze of day and feed on the most fragrant and delicate productions of the spring. Psyche, then, is the human soul, which is purified by sufferings and misfortunes, and is thus prepared for the enjoyment of true and pure happiness.

[via brain lint]