


Wonder of the summer was Butterfly Valley on Pheasant Creek Slow and quiet, not too deep We wondered how the thunder clouds Pour down, pour out the rain Precipitate, pure dissipates From the foothills to the plains The wonder of the valleys The wonder of the skies. The wonder of the wonderless We wonder where and why The wonder of the flowers The wonder of the trees The wonder of the seasons We wonder in our slumber We wonder in our dreams |
| Wonder By Spyder |
| (a song lyric) |