A tired voice speaks in this three-line hokku. Looking at a spot “where the flowers sleep,” the speaker feels sudden, grateful relief: rest is now possible, too. The exclamation “Thank God!” is plain and direct, as if a long exhaustion has finally met a place to end. There is comfort in lying down among quiet, natural things.
Then the mood softens and opens outward with “Oh, come, butterfly.” The speaker invites a delicate visitor to join the scene. The butterfly suits the small, fragile world of the poem—like the flowers, it suggests stillness, lightness, and beauty. The result is dreamlike and calm, closer to a lullaby than a narrative. It does not explain what trouble came before; it only lets us feel the sweetness of letting go and resting.