What Do You Love Most?

In a delightful little tale, a butterfly is flying through a golden, sunlit meadow. Examining the landscape below, it decides to land on a lush patch of yellow, red, purple, and pink flowers.

First, Mr. Butterfly lands on a beautiful yellow daisy. “Why don’t you dart around as I do?” he asks. “Don’t you get tired of sitting there all the time?” The daisy replied, “If I get tired during the heat of the day, I wait until night comes. Then I look up at the sky and watch the stars come out. I love the stars. I think they are the most beautiful things in the world, and I long to be like them.” “That’s amazing,” says Mr. Butterfly. “You do look like the stars.” The butterfly flew on until he saw a beautiful blue forget-me-not. “Why do you sit still all day long?” he asks. “Wouldn’t you like to move all about as I do?” “Oh no, I don’t get tired of it,”…