Misti wandered through the forest, it was the same as it had been each time she visited. Although it was nice seeing the same surroundings day after day it was also slightly discouraging that she could not see new places and people with every waking moment.
The sun shone with a gentle ferocity, licking with gentle tongue of fire creating a combination of heat and light that left the land in a gentle ambiance. Each ray of light slipped softly through the canopy to light up even the darkest parts of the forest. With every step her eyes dashed to all the plants around, the bugs and creatures that crawled where fascinating, appearing in every colour, at least that was ever changing, a touch of uncertainty in a routine of monotony.
Suddenly a butterfly landed softly on her nose, the feelers gently examining her, she looked at the bright colours on its wings. It has always intrigued her how something so small had such intricate details of many different colours. This one was a nice variety of yellows, greens and pinks. The marks looked like eyes on the mighty wings that gazed directly back at her. As suddenly as it had appeared it disappeared again, fluttering softly away being carried on the gentle breeze that blew towards the centre of the forest, although she had chores to do her mind wandered to the butterfly and before she knew it she was chasing it softly. Flapping the tips of her wings in an effort to copy the butterflies elegance and grace.
