The Racoon and the Butterfly
I watched a raccoon on a warm, sunny evening
as he lazily sit upon a branch high in the breeze;
When all of a sudden a brilliant, bright butterfly
gently landed just below him on a leaf.
The raccoon's eyes lit up with curiosity at the
brilliance of it's colors, as it's wings slowed to
a soft flutter.
The raccoon reached out to touch the butterfly
and lightly it lifted it's self toward the sky.
The raccoon reached for it once more with
his little hands eager to touched what his eyes
adored. The butterfly would not come close enough
for the raccoon to touch and in puzzlement the raccoon
he did stare and watched the brilliant, bright butterfly
flutter in the air. The raccoon seemed to want a little
friend as the butterfly landed and was now sitting on the
branch's bend.
The raccoon longed to see the butterfly up close and to
touch it's colorful wings it adored. The raccoon stretched
out it's little black hand once more.
To my amazement the butterfly landed in it's hand, this I
adored. As I watched, they stared at each other for what
seemed like hours; It was an amazing site to see natures
love and appreciation for one another.
What a beautiful memory left on my heart of nature's love
and great spiritual power.
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