Tiny grass blue butterfly

On the edge of a leaf still bearing traces of morning dew, a tiny grass blue butterfly perched gracefully there. It looked so serene, perched there, as if contemplating the world. The butterfly was so small, almost invisible, and its coloration was simple, gray adorned with neatly arranged dark spots. Upon closer inspection, the spots seemed like little secrets that only nature knew how to write.

It was in no hurry to fly away when I approached. It remained there silently, as if it knew I wanted to enjoy its beauty. The wind whispered softly through the lush leaves, but this tiny butterfly remained faithful and gracefully still there. It was so kind and faithful to this fleeting moment. A moment that would never happen again in its life.