I watch the bird. It seems to float on a current, but there is no wind. Not where I stand under a blooming tree. Petals of its tiny flowers are breathless in anticipation of a visitor.
A Monarch approaches. Its wings flutter and its feet reach for a flower. Soon it enjoys life-giving nectar. Unpretentiously. Expecting it to be there. Always.
As on cue the rest of the company arrives. I am in awe of the rare sight of a butterfly tree.
And I pray. For more butterfly trees. And continued protections of the earth. Less greed. And less sacrifice by nature for human activity.
I hope the skies will be filled with birds for generations to come. Birds that can glide on the currents of unseen winds. But that’s not what we should anticipate. Unless we take action.