On a windy day, The grass and trees shake. Loose leaves and light twigs blow away, A soft noise, Causes our hero to wake. Out the window, Delicate flutters are heard. Maybe a bird. Upon the windows sill, A butterfly lands bouncing on a dandelion. A room unfamiliar, Loose boards and bend nails. The tin roof thundered, With the harmony of giants. The trickling rain begins to pour, The butterfly heard, no more. On a journey our hero must go, Away from what they've been told it home. A distant land in need of help, Our hero's services, Not as necessary as thought. The people left distraught. Follow along on a story, Tragic and true. How it goes is up to you.