The Butterfly

Its wings are soft against the air. The flowers and trees, the birds and sky are all there to discover, but as the butterfly lifts gently towards the sky, something is stopping it, an invisible barrier.

The window is partially opened and as the butterfly tries to move forward, still its wings stall against that invisibility.

Once the window is opened fully, the butterfly is free, soaring up towards the cobalt blue sky, painted gently with soft white clouds. Feeling the air under its wings, the butterfly can now soar to wherever its wings will take it.


Popular posts from this blog

My Story

Being myself