When I see a butterfly I feel like I am 10 years old again. It reminds me of sultry days and nothing to do except chase fluttering angel like wings that helped create my happy days.
The wind seemed to set a tempo for a dance that the butterfly would do before it hovered and rested on a flower to enjoy life’s sweet nectar of the day.
The beauty and grace of these colorful wings seemed to only rest when they came together and prayed. It only lasted for a moment, so it must have only said, “Amen” it then continued on to the next flower and said Amen again. 
I have always thought butterflies were happiness that danced in the air, but now I realize there is more. There is a special nectar for me in everyday, and I should put my hands together and pray. Amen!
