The butterfly

Once upon a time there was a leaf. 
Blown in the wind, barely attached to this thin, almost powerless branch.
The leaf looked around and thought…
There’s a world out there, full of passion and light
Why am I here? 
Why do I stay?
What if this thin, almost powerless branch brakes?
I think I may let go…

Once upon a time there was a branch.
Blown in the wind, barely attached to this thick, almost beautiful trunk of a tree. 
The branch looked around and thought… 
Look at all of these big branches around me… 
So strong, so fearless, so bold.
How I wish I was the branch at the top of the tree,
How I want to bathe in the sunlight, feel the leaves I hold breathe.
I think I may grow…

Once upon a time there was a tree. 
Blown in the wind, deeply rooted in this earth, tall and strong on the top of a mountain. 
The tree looked around and thought…
So much sky around me, so many branches and leaves, all holding on to me. 
How I wish I was a butterfly…
Free, light, beautiful and unattached. 
What if I just give up? For years I have been waiting to be free, 
for years I have wanted to fly, for years…

Once upon a time there was a butterfly. 
Floating in the wind, alone, but beautiful. 
The butterfly rested on this leaf barely attached to this thin, almost powerless branch, 
attached to this thick trunk of this tall and strong tree.
The butterfly looked around and thought…
Finally, I am home.

The tree breathed in all the power of the earth
The branch trembled and reached out to the sky
The leaf softened and drank from the roots of the sea
The butterfly rested.

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