The Glitter of a Butterfly

The soft yellow glitter sprinkled across the grass, forgotten from its owner. It sparkled in the sun, like dust from an unknown world. The soft breeze picked up the glitter, sending them off to visit the world.

But behind the breeze was the life the glitter had left behind. The cool shade of the trees fell across the remains of the beauty that had been. Without the glitter, the life was gone, just an empty beauty.

The wind took the glitter to a new world, the life it left behind continued on to its own new world. Flying high, the sparkling glitter reached the sun, swinging in the breeze and caressing the clouds. And the life flew high too, but flying past the warm touch of the sun and into the world beyond.