The Taste Of Zink

Monday, August 22, 2005

secret serenade

As I listened to the music, I pictured a dainty little butterfly, gracefully fluttering amongst beautifully-colored flowers. It is simple and natural, yet it seemed so majestic. Then it is joined by another butterfly, and the two exquisite creatures flitted around the garden. Suddenly, a dozen other butterflies entered the scene, ruining the intimacy of the moment. Eventually, the other butterflies left. Then the two butterflies, alone again, flitted, fluttered, and disappeared to the sky.

--Music from Secrets