As we grew nearer to the tree, it seemed to be
shimmering with movement, and I saw that
hundreds of bright yellow butterflies were
flirting in its branches, creating an effect more
beautiful than any man-made pyrotechnics or
Christmas lights.
I wondered why, on this day of all days, those
butterflies had decided to adopt this particular
tree as their home. Or could it be that this sight
had been available to me many times before, but
that my eyes and my mind had been blind to
their passing beauty?