This is not something I wrote.. this is a story from a book called Lion and Blue, by Robert Vavra. It is my favorite story in the whole world, and I hope you enjoy it.. (btw, blue is a butterfly)

My lonely roars echoed far in a jungle that was old to me. A lion in the winter of his years, whose heart had never known spring. Until that afternoon when in the darkness of silent thoughts my yellow eyes were dazzled blue.

Suddenly blossoms lit this dull stare when you, brilliant, beautiful, Brazilian butterfly drifted into my life.

Blue became... Blue was my love, my life, my all around.

Happiness was a spring and summer that seemed could never turn to fall. Though you told me, 'Someday Lion, the time will come when i will have to leave you in search of the flower of the sun.

These thoughts made me want to shut my eyes and roar away a destiny which threatened our happy voyage accross the sea of love. The other butterflys clustered round my head, and off somewhere I heard a lioness call. But in my world, my sky, there was only you, my bella blue.

Though my eyes seldom left your wings, one night you left me blue, in search of your golden destiny. Then there was no world for me. Endless years I awaited your return. But our boat drifted past as empty as my heart. And so my quest began. I sailed to places far away.

In search of you I wandered far, and all the while i thought, "Why could we not have met when the time was right, when youth had lit my stars." "But yesterday is over," whispered the far seeing giraffe, "as tommorow is yet to come." "The only time that is ever right," rumbled the wise elephant, '"is now, so make haste, this journey of yours is a one way trip eternally."

As I climbed the grass towards the clouds, a yellow blossom appeared. Could it be your destiny? Would you be there, oh Blue? "This flower is the leopards," came the cheetahs voice, "it sprang from the garden of his soul. You wont find the love of which you speak till your roots have grown strong, grown deep." In the dark of night, or in the flame of the morning sky often hope would awaken in my heart with the flashing of blue wings. But feathers covered them, and not your brilliance.

Then one day on the plains edge where the wind blows fast and clean, a wart hog came trotting by, a daisy in it's mouth, and as he passed he said these words, "Lion, you have proven your love, now let the humble daisys set you free." White and straight stood a daisy proudly at the fields egde. "Come among us," beckoned the simple flower. And so I strode through that meadow of honey and snow. Then, not the tawny lionesses prrr, or the tides of oceans could take me from my course.

But no blossom of the sun was there. "The brilliant flower you seek," lulled the daisys, "is springing now from your lion heart." And as rich daisys covered me, golden petals crowned my head.