Mama Nature is quietly teaching me another lesson.
I have been chasing butterflies, you see.
Not all of them are beautiful and perfect.
Many have tattered wings.
They still fly like the rest.
They have survived some damage.
Maybe a lizard’s bite, or a spider web’s tether or a hungry bird’s claws or beak.
Maybe they were battered by a storm.
They have lost pieces of themselves that will never grow back,
but they are still flying.