The first, flirtatious, with an unpredictable joie de vivre. Swift yet lucky in her ways, reminding me to embrace the moment.

Shortly after came one with enviable aerodynamics that showed me how to accept the reality of change that comes in a flutter of a wing. A reflection of what is meant of my florescence.

The last one was of considerable size to the ones before who didn’t stay for long. He took what he needed then went. A mass, ripe with hidden power that led me to fortify a stronger stem and longer roots.