The butterfly

    Once Upon a Time, there was a beautiful butterfly. With colors that radiated in the sun. She flitted everywhere and landed on flowers that seemed to grow brighter each time she perched upon their petals. Each day she flew higher and higher and some days she flew lower so she could talk to the insects that crawled around on the ground below. Her life was full. You could feel her warmth of Joy everywhere she went. 

     One day, a curious hand reached out and grabbed her with perfect timing, grabbing on to her delicate wing. But because of carelessness, accidentally broke it and the beautiful butterfly lay in his palm, trying so hard to fly, but could not. The hand inspected it closely and saw there was nothing he could do, so shruggingly dropped it to the ground. There it lie. Struggling to get up, but could not. The Spring rain came and drowned the sweet butterfly, putting her out of her misery. 

     As her lifeless body rose to the Heavens, she noticed many other butterflies of all different colors flying to and fro with excitement and glee. They all gathered around the new edition in awe,  when she noticed the glowing hand reaching for her as if to pick her up. She was worried, as the last time this happened, her wing got broken. 

    But not this time. The gleaming hand held her high and the pain of the broken wing disappeared. She noticed her wing was working again and the higher the hand raised her, the more she felt like flying. Into the swarm of the warmth of her new found friends, she flew to even brighter and more beautiful flowers and greener grass. 

     Content again with life, her favorite spot was on the shoulder of the gleaming hand.  No more fear, no more worry that her life had ended in tragedy. 

     Only Peace and Happiness.