How long has it been since you saw a butterfly? I can't remember. It's been a while, I think. I hope they're okay. Was there a butterfly plague? Had I known they would all be gone I'd have paid more attention to them when they were here. Have you heard anything about the butterfly plague? Do they know what caused it? Were there any survivors? Suddenly I feel sick in my stomach with the notion that we'll never see butterflies again. They were so beautiful, don't you think. Do you remember them? Can you still picture them? We should have taken more pictures of them, more movies and such. How will we describe them to our children so that they know? It was like two paper hearts sewn together, dancing in the air. There were more colors than you could imagine, wonderful patterns and designs. Yellow and black and orange and red. Flutter by, butter fly. Goodbye.
Once upon a time there was a girl with a seed to sow. I never saw where she went, but I've noticed new strange blossoms we've never seen before. Do you ever ask yourself who she was and why she came? Sweet fragrance on the wind whispers her forgotten name, telling the story of the girl. She had a seed to sow.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
