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We found her hanging from her chrysalis…one of those sad and unexpected things…a butterfly who died before she had the chance to spread her wings.

We’re not sure why this particular monarch had to die…why her life was ended before she had the opportunity to fly…

We’re not sure the reason nature would be withholding…the breath of life from one so young…just as her beauty was unfolding.

For we have through observation…in all our years of walking…found many answers lie in nature…but nature isn’t talking.

So it’s up to us to look at her insects….her trees…her stars…and try to find the reasons…the answers…for the way that some things are.

We know a butterfly’s life is brief…in a few weeks most will die…and only a handful of people will witness their beauty….if that particular butterfly happens by.

And we know how a person can be changed…though they may not realize how or when or why…but changed in subtle ways by the beauty a butterfly.

So…since nature isn’t talking…our reasoning is thus: perhaps the beauty of this particular butterfly…was only meant for us.

Or perhaps there is another reason…as I say…I have no a clue

Perhaps we were meant not only to find it but to share her beauty…with you

This is the best reason we could think of as to why this butterfly came to be…as we buried her neath a flower…whose bloom she’ll never see.