Have you ever seen a butterfly swish and glide in the wind, like a tree leaf, wafting gently downward in the whispering waves of wind?

He in wandering circles, tipping his wing ever so softly as the breeze surfs him upward, against gravity, upward towards the vast expanse of blue above him.

Then, rounds a bend, and there, a friend! They soar in tight knit ovals, matching wing for wing, this glimpse of heavenly dancing, like a ribbon wrapping round a twig, their colors blending into one – this momentary glory, an overflow of beauty, but for those who dare to see.

For nature round us whispers, to stop our frantic craze, and listen to its whispers and find our souls again.