Maidens of the valley

Deep in the dense woodland, where the sunlight makes its way between the trees, bathing in the sun rays with their fair white skin, lay the pure maidens of the valley; a first “coup de Coeur” for a bluish green larva with green and white lines. While their visit was unexpected in such a fine end of spring, from the perspective of a small creature, these flowers of May were a gift of God, sprung from Eve's tears when she was kicked out of the Garden of Eden. Sad, yet beautiful at the same time, the white bells, peaking from the leafy shoots, seemed tempting with their bare backs swinging in the cool breeze. With every small step, I could distinguish, in-between the ruckus that my legs created, the soothing songs intended for love’s good fortune, accompanied by the scent of heavenly attraction. While resting and nurturing on the greenish garment, I enjoyed unclothing my lover’s figure.

I was living a dream…

While stealing a spot on this rude weed standing on the lake’s edge, those days seemed like not long ago. Once I awakened from my slumber and clearly looked into the watery surface, my dream was crushed. To my amazement I was not a beautiful butterfly which could continue the love story, bathing the fair maidens into wondrous new colors while tactfully stealing a drink of the gods. A moth with grey forewings speckled with black markings, white hindwings and a bold cross-shaped black mark in the center of the wing arose instead. Just like the fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast, impossible, I left my love story behind, heartbroken.