At the Monarch Motel

While camping outside Hoxie Kansas, I stumbled upon rows of oak trees covered in thousands and thousands of Monarch butterflies. They were headed to Mexico, and stopped to rest in the same trees as their ancestors, the same butterflies that make this journey won't be the same ones coming back next year, but they too will stop to rest in theses same trees. Somehow they all know the stops along the way.

The Butterfly upon the Sky, by Emily Dickinson

The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn't know its Name
And hasn't any tax to pay
And hasn't any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
And that's the way to grieve --

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