Shadows of One Color
A yellow sunflower stood in the field, turning its face toward the sun every morning, steadfast, as though it had been created for that single direction.
A yellow butterfly arrived similar in color, different in fate.
The butterfly said, “We share the same color; why remain still when you could be otherwise?”
The flower replied calmly, “Because I have known my place, and so I chose constancy.”
The butterfly flew far, then returned to circle the flower, realizing that resemblance does not shape destiny, and that color may unite the eyes but choice is what draws the path.
As the sun leaned toward setting, the flower remained where it was,
and the butterfly flew away… carrying, for the first time, the meaning of itself.