Among branches with green dappled leaves weaving through shadows and sun, a bright cocoon sways in the breeze A butterfly emerges on a summer afternoon brightly fashioned
enchanting and elusive with shiny colored wings in a pretty yellow dress sipping nectar from a fragrant rose. A bee stops by to say hello, and the butterfly replies – “Why is your dress so drab and dreary, you busy bee why aren’t you pretty like me?”
The bee looked her in her eye – “If it weren’t for me there wouldn’t be daisies – no – nor apples on apple trees no nectar for you to drink nor honey stored for a cold winter night!”
“So you see, what would you be without me? Perhaps we can sit down and be friends and have a cup of tea!”
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