See Him In The Cute Butterflies

God! Oh God! Where are you? Here are you, or there are you? I'm sure anyway somewhere are You, The question but remains as to where are you? Some say you are behind the seventh sky, How helpless I am I cannot fly! Some believe in that you came on the earth, And some are silent on your wonderful worth! When I see this beautiful lovely nice nature, Then I turn to the man's so ugly caricature, I am sorry I see a painful contrast, With the tearful eyes and a beating heart, When life in gloom is too sorrowful, Naught of a child makes it beautiful. Comes with a straw to snoozing old man, Without a fear and without a refrain, Puts the straw in the nostrils and smiles, Laugh three more lovely nice juveniles, In the left hand is a doll says it's now too old, I see and I say in a child is the gold, I was looking for it on the high skies, Beauty flies here with the cute butterflies.