I strolled undaunted through my universe where everything was simple, perfect.
A butterfly strayed onto my path. It was beautiful; large, blue and silver .
I stopped to observe. At a closer glance it seemed to be mauled, crumpled at the wings, almost unable to fly.
I picked it up and it did little to protest. I felt obligated to nurture it, to tend it, help it to fly.
I gently smoothed out its wings and at first, I was reluctant to let it go, and even it did not seem to want to leave the tenderness of my grasp.
I wondered if such a simple creature had realized the concept of the care I had given it.
Then it attempted to fly; and sadly I watched it go, flying off my path.
And I wondered if it would ever cross it again.
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