Butterflies With Blue Eyes

Nature is beautiful. It is the brain that the earth is proud to show the rest of the universe. Oceans, lakes, and rivers filled with gorgeous plants and fish. Mountains thousands of feet above the bright green grass. Forest giants competing for highest rank, with the rich reward of open sky and light brighter than no other. Sunrises greeting the open plain with a colorful firework show, and leaving dusk to gather the scraps. But, and excuse me for sounding cliché, it is the smallest and most seemingly unimportant elements that are the true beauty of the earth.

Carter Marx always understood this. She noticed that the old rusty bike at the junkyard on Vine Street had a small bell on the left handle. She noticed the old librarian, Mrs. Howard, always wore a small brown bracelet. She noticed the small cracks in the asphalt walking to school.This is why she only had one friend. And why she sat in the back of the room, so she could watch the butterflies with blue eyes.

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