At dawn, the breeze was light. Among the wild flowers, two flowers are dancing. They each have a secret, hidden in their branches and leaves.
It's a caterpillar! Two curly caterpillars, one striped and one plain. We are sisters! They said. When we grow up, we will become butterflies, and we will worship the sun.
They are growing up. At night, they dream that they become butterflies and fly over the blue sky like forget me not. They fly lightly in the sun, bathed in the golden dust & hellip& hellip;
As the days get longer, so do the caterpillars. It won't be long, they said, we will become butterflies, sisters in the sun!
But nature has her own expectations, her own dreams, and they are not the same.
When the sun rises, my sister wakes up and is alone. She searched in the sun, but her sister was not there.
The sun goes down, the nightingale sings and the butterfly falls asleep.
In her dream, she met her sister. My sister is worshiping the moon, flying high into the sky and bathing in the stardust.
Dawn is coming. Butterfly really found her sister. At the turn of day and night, they met.
One is a moth, the other is a butterfly. Different dreams, the same beauty.
It seems that we can't all be butterflies. The world needs moths just as it needs the moon.