CODA (epilogue) 

New born butterfly wings of indigo gold 
Soars into the air it's journey unfolds. 
No place to return to, every turn is unknown 
As the feeling of travelling when first leaving home. 

Old man sitting enjoying his days 
With future ambiguous and past in a haze. 
He is now he is here with nowhere to go 
Just some good old time wisdom to greet then behold. 

With each flower that blooms a secret revealed 
Of the nature of nature and the beauty within 
Why are trees always growing as the seasons change 
The answer to this riddle is beyond reason's range.