Wings spread.

A character in a play/dance/puppet-show we saw last summer in Maine. The story was people gained wisdom from mother nature's creations: the fish, the tree, the panther, the eagle (shown above), and the moon, and all was right with the world. But people turned away from these wisdoms, and pursued fire and pleasures and selfishness, and this weakened mother nature, and she was likely to die unless people turned back to the wisdoms. However the play ran late due to a rain delay, and we had to leave at about the time mother nature was all wrapped up, seemingly dead, being carried away.

I can do butterflies.

Me too.