#macro captures

En algún rincón del Chaco

Argentina 🇦🇷

A Moment Before the Meadow’s Song

He lingers on a fragile blade of grass, wings folded, heart unknowing. The meadow holds its breath, waiting to break into song. A small butterfly, still unaware, is about to carry the summer on its wings.

This Small Heath rests upon a faded stalk, its wings glowing like a lantern made of dawn. The meadow still holds its breath, waiting — for when this fragile creature takes flight, to weave through the dry grasses, to drink from the sun, to turn a late summer morning into a story of light.