The Moth And the Butterfly

It's just me and this huge tree out here in the open field. The mountains and other trees keep their distance in the background.
The clouds float lazily overhead watching.
The grasses sway back and forth just like a mind pondering a important decision.
A moth lands on the grass next to me, she is envious of the colorful butterfly that is perched upon the lowest tree branch fluttering it's wings in the sunlight.
I sit there envious as well, but of the towering tree
so strong and solid, yet alone.
roots deep into the ground, it's not going anywhere.
the true commitment
Stay grounded or die.
I sigh, the moth sighs.
Wishes of beauty and strength flood the air.