The butterfly lands upon the flower, withdrawing its nectar, but leaves no mark upon it. Taking only what it needs, its taking is also giving because life gives. Not with purpose or noble intention but simply living in silent splendor that knows nothing but the kiss of earth, sun, and rain. You are kissed in such a way.
Let a soft touch, and the slightest essence of you be the only mark you leave in your stead, and life will give you, living, and nothing more than its own gentlest whisper. To know its embrace is to embrace it reverently.
Your World, Intuitively