“Look Dien, the butterfly returned again! The Lord made a new ‘leaf’ on it!”
The yellow insect stretched into the sunlight, and fluttered away.
Huib danced in the garden near the low-hanging banyan, arms in the air, reaching toward the craggy-knob branches of the tree. Underneath, butterflies gathered, Huib’s cheery face lifted to the heavens.
adapted from In Those Other Lands: https://tinyurl.com/y7uxuqx2