The butterflies of the universe

The auburn aspen leaves twirled in the wind with the scarlet blossom petals. But something was wrong. Why would the wind blow so harshly, if everything was perfect? Why would something as pure and vital as rain for trees become a curse for the crimson ladybirds? Why would we make the world even more imperfect while trying to fix it so that we can live comfortably selfishly for a few years? It’s not all about us. What about the stars twinkling in the galaxy? What about the mockingbird who’s singing for the first time? What about everyone else? We are too irrelevant to make a long lasting positive impact.

We are the butterflies of the universe and maybe, that’s not a bad thing.