Hope For the Flowers

Andi sent me a postcard once, with the following message —

When she heard the word butterfly, her whole insides leapt.

‘But what is a butterfly?’

The cocooned caterpillar explained:

‘It’s what you are meant to become.’

Yellow was intrigued, but a bit defiant.

‘How can I believe there’s a butterfly inside when all I see is a fuzzy worm?’

On further reflection she pensively asked:

‘How does one become a butterfly?’

And the answer:

‘You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.’

–Hope for the Flowers