I lay on the couch, looking out the window. The world is full of such beauty, play and love; a fancy dress ball. Trees and wind dance the tango, laughing at themselves as they step off beat; sparrows diving and twirling amongst the crowd ever so gracefully; butterflies finding their true love in a moment of a courting dance…
I close my eyes and think... What would you be at this elaborate masked ball? Usually you’re a mixture, maybe the inebriated sparrow not quite elegantly dancing with the sassy wind. It makes me smile when I think of nature dancing happily.
But I sometimes wish that you were a Monarch butterfly, looking for a charming lover to gracefully twirl and dance with to a French love ballad in a small garden blanketed by a sheet of diamonds, fragrant with the smell of wild flowers. But alas, I stay a tree, swaying to the music of nature while the clumsy,the love sparrow dives and swirls among all the trees in the forest ball. So I sit and smile at the thought of our next ball, for my next dance.
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