Beckoning

"Please, I've been wandering aimlessly," Whispered a breath among the trees. In response rustled the leaves. "Can you hear me?" A pause followed the next breath. "I'm tired and I want to go home." The soul rest on its knees no longer wanting to roam. Wearily her eyes scanned the trees. "Please," She whispered again and waited for an answer on the breeze. "Where is my mercy?" Sympathetically the trees heeded the desperate pleas. Carefully considered. Then sent a fluttering of wings. Just as softly as her whisper fluttered a black winged butterfly from her listeners. "Have you come for me?" Whispered she ever so softly. Soundlessly the butterfly flitted away. Deeper into the forest. Beyond the trees darkness was giving way to day. After the mysterious creature she did stare. But to follow deeper into the forest She wasn't sure she dared