Butterfly Stories

In a world so small I’m not sure that it really exists, a butterfly was floating along and a bird swept down and ate it. The body went in first, then the wings and the legs. The bird flew away, not seeing Jewel fluttering in the sky, barely a wing span away. Jewel fluttered in a confused evasive manner. Then she tired, and landed, and remained still. Occasionally she flexed her wings slowly. “It could just as easily have...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Search the skies for precious gemsAnd roll the waters away.Reveal the treasures so deeply hiddenAnd sweep the night to day.Weave a song so glorious,A song to grow the dawn!A melody of sparkling dewTo grace the fresh blushed morn.The bursting colours of the earthLie dusty on the wingOf butterflies, decayed and lost,No dance can t...

I always have this feeling that I’m chasing something. Something that makes me happy, maybe even makes me complete. Something beautiful like a butterfly that sits on a daisy when I walk through a deserted corner of the park on a sunny afternoon in spring. The butterfly sits peacefully surrounded by the white petals. I stand still and look at it. It looks so beautiful that it makes me smile and I wonder if I could catch it...