The wind, a lovely gymnast,
Swooshed, tumbled and rolled,
Flipping in the sky.
The flowers swayed their song.
Crystal white clouds,
Expanded, inhaled, and puffed
Like a choir in symphony.
The butterfly savored her every moment in the sun.
Her majestic wings,
Jewels of dignity and strength,
Soared above the ground.
She was a beauty and a light,
Uplifting to any who came near her.
And even when the clouds roared,
Sending a torrent down,
She didn't cease to smile,
Knowing troubles to be inevitable.
But setting her sights elsewhere,
She adjusted her path
And carried on.
Others, inspired by her flight,
Invested in her journey,
And encouraged by her vibrancy,
Flew with her.
The butterfly loved her partners and her companions.
She enjoyed talking and laughing with them,
And she became a nurturer, a teacher, and an encourager to them.
They journeyed together and grew together,
Fluttering for miles and miles.

One day, the butterfly fell
And chipped her wing.
She was hurting,
But found the others surrounding her,
Helping her back to her feet.
She couldn't stop thanking,
All of them for their aid.
Her physical ability was never the same since then,
But that didn't mean she stopped flying.
She glided and soared,
Until her very last day.
As the others watched,
She flew as far as her wings could take her, into the sky.
There, the winds scooped up her spirit,
And delivered her to heaven,
As her body fell to earth.
But, truly that was only the beginning of her story.