The Butterfly By The Stream

I lay on the grass before the soft flowing stream. After some time asleep, I awakened from a dream. 

Rubbing my eyes, I looked around at this day. The sun was shining warmly, as the farmers made hay. Then above the stream I glanced as something peculiar I could see. It was something I could not believe, could this really be? There, hovered a butterfly with locks of golden hair. It flew around and for my presence it didn't care. My mouth was wide open as I watched this beautiful thing, then as it flew across stream, a song it began to sing. "A butterfly am I with long locks of  golden hair, I come here for some peace, so people do not stare. I fly above the water and see my strange reflection,

as I wondered what it was that gained so much affection." She took off again, and said, "I do not believe we have met before, but perhaps someday when we're old and grey, you'll remember me no more."

The Fallen Star

I watched the stars compliment the moon like a diamond necklace. A million diamonds could not distract from the beauty of the moons face.  Lit up by the sun at night, never really setting just hiding in another land. Shining so bright, I realised the night was no longer bland. It was so quiet and nothing could be heard but the clock ticking away the night. The smallest noise could have startled anyone and given them a fright. I saw a shooting star. It appeared this necklace might be a fake now. For a diamond lost is no good to the moon, it's fallen down to a sleeping cow. "What is this? Called the waking cow. A diamond for me? Why thank you sky. I'll never leave this diamond, and cherish it until the day I die." Many years later an old cow sat by a fallen star, the fire burned away. "You are my diamond my cherished gift. I have loved your time each waking day."  The sun set on this dying cow, she took her last breath as the stars turned bright and the moon rose high. Then as her soul slipped away, a new diamond appeared across the bright night sky.   

The Snail Shell

An old book on my shelf, I needed to recycle, but I could not find the heart to continue this book's cycle. So I went for a long walk, to think about my choice, recycle something I loved, not hear my inner voice. A snail for many years, had slowly made it's way. But in this world forever, no creature may stay. The snail passed on and left behind it's shell. Left there to rot until into it, a small seed fell. I was walking some time, and sat for a rest. Something caught my eye, something I could not best.  It was a small snail shell, lying on the ground. I picked it up and couldn't believe what I'd found. A small green plant was growing from within, This shell now had life, a new chapter will begin. Nature had recycled something all by itself, In a far more beautiful way than that book sat on my shelf.