The monarch butterfly sanctuary was a wonderful place, filled with wooded darkness and the light streaming through the trees. The paths were nice to walk along. I so many butterflies, some individually and some in groups, around flowers and on the tree trunks. I didn’t take as many photographs as I thought, because I was mesmerized by the beauty illuminating before me. I wanted to watch, because one minute they were there, the next minute they flitted off.
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.
Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.
Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.