My Descriptive writing pieces

For I am a butterfly

I can feel the wind grasp my tiny wings with its hands, trying to keep me to itself and to protect me. To put me in a jar and admire me as my orange and black coloured wings shimmer like a sunset being slowly infected by the dark clouds of the night sky. I am not just a pretty little thing to be kept as something to admire, I'm a butterfly. It's in the name. I am made to fly free and be allowed to travel to places I never thought that I would see.

My antennae keep getting in the way as I flutter on by, watching all the little children jump excitedly to finally see a butterfly in spring, I know I only have a short and fragile life but it's these kinds of things that are worth living for. Making people happy. I use the wind to my advantage and glide up into the air, but not too high otherwise I would be snatched away by the local bird or duck, then I'd be over. The canvas of green, which I know as a meadow, is patterned with a wide variety of coloured flowers as if nature itself is having its fair share at art. Dotted with children and their parents playing under the gorgeous rays of the midday sun, a yellow glowing compass in the sky on a light blue clear map. The warmth of the sunbeams seep into my wings as I fly, filling me with optimism and energy to continue my journey.

That's when I found the perfect place to land, on this beautiful bouquet of flowers being given to a beautiful young lady by her partner. I'd never regret landing on these flowers as I witnessed their proposal and them both crying with excitement as they were going to be husband and wife. One thing that I've learnt out of my delicate lifestyle is that the little things make people the happiest. It could be flowers, a walk in the park, a cuddle under the tree. No one asks for a lot unless they are greedy or unhappy. But from what I've witnessed as my time as a butterfly is that the most beautiful and special things come from the heart with compassion instead of expectation.

Now that I have witnessed all the happiness that my tiny but beautiful body can take, it is time for me to be happy too. To find the other half to join in with my happiness seeking adventure, to be able to fly with our glistening wings to wherever we wanted and where no one can stop us. So be it if we are caught and put in a jar on some little boy or girl's bedroom windowsill. We'd know that we are confined and that we are able to see our own little world around us until it's time for us to leave it. But here's a question, will you be the one who I can share all of this with?