My Blossom Tree with Butterflies

My Blossom Tree with Butterflies (My painting, Acrylic on the canvas)

A butterfly is flitting. It is beautiful. Its wings are red with nice white, yellow and black spots. I think there isn’t butterfly; here is a very small girl like in the fairytale. She is a fairy and her wings look like an elegant dress and she is as a small model on a podium. Nobody looks at butterfly, but she is dancing. Her scene is a blossoming tree and the blue sky in which there are no clouds. Now five more butterflies are flatting. They find this tree for their magic dancing party. They do the dancing steps directly in air around the tree. There is no wind today and they are happy to dance. The sun shines down blissfully and the dancing scene is well lit. This is how a summer’s day should be. Blue sky, green grass, blossom tree and the dance of butterflies! Everybody can enjoy this summer scene, but nobody is there, only me and butterflies. I’m in the garden near the blossom tree.

I remembered this place with dancing butterflies. I saw them in my dream; I painted them on the canvas. Every time I wanted to go and see how the butterflies are dancing near the blossom tree, but I couldn’t come and see them. Every day I had new problems, new assignments, and new duties. It looked like vicious circle. One day I decide to go in the garden and see a tree with butterflies around it. But I saw the different scene. The tree was naked. It looked very sad; because all its leaves were yellow and brown and they lay down on the ground, on a faded grass. I thought: “My dear dancing butterflies! Where are you?” In this moment I heard crows begin to yell something in the sky. I looked up and saw a gray sky with black clouds. Five crows were flying. I was at the same place in the garden, but everything was absolutely different. There wasn’t my blossom tree with butterflies, but there was a naked tree and scarecrows.  O life, you change everything, using the time, cold, wind.