Chasing Butterflies....

'I think I can, I think I can,' she said to herself, as she sat with her head in her hands, wondering how she would muster the strength to fly again. Her wings had been clipped, you see and she found the sensation of it to be most unsatisfactory. It's just that, she loved chasing butterflies. They are colourful and so, so free, the way they dart and prance against the baby blue of the springtime sky. They make her heart soar with a sense of possibility. And this makes her happy. And she loves to be happy. 'Yes, I think I can', she said to herself. And with that she spread her wings, looked to the sky - and smiled...