The Butterfly, The Bee and The Tree

Charmed Chaos

“We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.”
—Barbara Ward

The Painted Lady does not dream of fleeting fame
when flitting from flower to flower,
instead she savors every delicious sip
as she lingers amongst colorful blossoming bowers.

The honeybee does not seek righteous glory
for his life’s work gathering golden pollen
as he disperses the tiny grains to our crops
and creates amber rivers of flowing honey.

The majestic trees did not ask to be
the fallen heroes of this mistreated planet
yet indeed they deserve this prestigious honor
for they purify the very air we breathe
and grace us with their magnificence.

Author’s Note: For more information on pollinators, please visit and on how trees make a difference, please visit

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