Butterflies

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies

as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults,

on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to

stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we

confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must

understand how to be small at times.