The Butterfly Gardener

I made a beautiful garden
And taught them all to fly
And sometimes through the greenhouse cracks
I'll lose one by and by
If they know they need me
I know they will return
Because I let them make their choices
I'll let them crash and burn

I make sure there is sunlight
And flowers for the eye
Food for empty hearts and souls
Joy to satisfy
Yet they flutter about, ignorant
And cease to understand
What they need I have for them
They must fly to my open hand

I love my little creatures
I made each and every one
They're cold within their dying hearts
Though I saved them with my sun
Free-willed I have made their minds
With restlessness they depart
But here is where I wait for them
With open hands and broken heart