Life came to the butterfly when the sun was a golden ball in the East. It crawled on moist unsteady legs from the chrysalis on to the stem of the twig. It stood there, slightly swaying, while the sun and wind dried its body. The sun’s rays came to it over the sea, bearing a cool heat that was scented with the fresh morning breeze. The light caresses of the breeze polished the butterfly’s long trunk and loosened the large wings that were folded like a fan. The sun’s heat dried and warmed it and caused it to swell out and pulsate with the joy of newborn life.
KeywordsBlack Ring Golden Ball Cool Heat Large Wing Fresh Wind
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