Tropical rain forests are located in more than 40 countries centered around the equator. Many have been wantonly destroyed. Those that remain still contain more than half of all the plant and animal life on earth. They are filled with fauna and ferns and more insects than you could possibly imagine.
Bahawa's Mystic Rainbow
Pollywogs hatch in swimming pools on top of the canopies, and jaguars wander in and out of the forest floor.
The amazing Amazon Rain Forest is the largest
rain forest remaining in the
world. It's located in Brazil. It is there that a small, blue, female morpho butterfly lived named Bahawa. Unlike the bold male morpho butterflies, whose bright blue metallic wings dazzled the forest scene, she and her sisters had dull blue wings with white spots around the edges. Not being able to fly as fast as the males, they lived in constant dread of their natural enemies, especially snakes and frogs.
Bahawa wished she could be more daring, perhaps like a queen. She had heard about queens from a visiting breeze. I'll bet they would have the bluest blue wings, that shimmer in the sunlight and reflect the moon. I wish I were a queen, she thought, I would do so many wonderful things. I’d live high in the sky, on a royal canopy, away from all those horrid frogs and poisonous snakes. And who needs those awful centipedes?
She confided her wish to Marion, the oldest and wisest butterfly who would sigh, “Oh my, why must you be a queen to be happy? They're not all happy, you know.”
“I would be,” said Bahawa.
“Oh dear,” said Marion, "turn you worries inside out, and then you won't have to pout."
“You don't understand," said Bahawa. "Sometimes I even have a fright when they’re not in sight.” She put her head on Marion’s wings. "But if I could fly high enough, I would be safe and happy. I might even see a rainbow. If I were a queen, I'd surely see one.”
“Sounds good, knock on wood,” said a little woodpecker flying by. Be free like me. If a barks too hard, I find another tree.”
“That’s fine for you to say,” said Bahawa. “There are a lot of trees in the rain forest, but I only have one pair of wings. And I’m stuck!”
"Poor butterfly," said the woodpecker. "You sound a lot like Winnie the Pooh, stuck in his honey pot. But my advice is, count on the moon, he's very nice. I'll talk to him for you real soon."
"How can he help me?" asked Bahawa.
"By sending you an extra beam, that's always good to help a dream," answered the woodpecker.
Good luck, have a good day,” said the woodpecker as he flew away.
Bahawa thought nothing would come of it. Then one night she noticed a moonbeam shining on her leaf. It had a translucent hue. She also noticed her wings were growing bigger. "Oh my, what's happening. I can see my wings will soon be bigger than me. How will I ever fly?" and she started to cry. "I wish that woodpecker had never come along. Now everything is wrong. I’ll take a nap, and snap, it will all go away.” But when she opened her eyes, to her surprise, her wings had doubled their size. "I'll never dream again," she sighed.
"Never stop dreaming," said a breeze going by. "Just spread your wings and fly to the sky."
"Can I do that?" asked Bahawa timidly.
"I'll try." She cautiously followed the advice, and soared upward
with lightning speed.
When she reached the canopy at the top, a booming voice called out, "STOP!, you're here! Let's cheer for a flight well done."
"I don't see anyone," said Bahawa. "Must be my imagination." She looked around at the expanse of blue colors, and thought: what a great place to be free.
"Not so," said a now familiar voice. "It's better to live in harmony."
"Are you talking to me?" said Bahawa, "I was only thinking, not talking."
"I was reading your mind," said the voice.
"Reading my mind is very impolite," said Bahawa, "especially when you're out of sight."
"Here I am, right in the middle of all these lovely colors."
"You are the rainbow," said Bahawa, "I had hoped to meet you."
"You are very kind," said the nice face on the top of the bow. "I'd like to read your mind once more if you don't mind."
"That's fine," said Bahawa, "just don't read between the lines."
"You would like to be a queen, with lots of colors on your wings."
"You're right," said Bahawa. "I wish that with all my might."
"Well, a queen wears many colors. You are a little dull, some color would make you fit the role. I must think which colors are best for you. Some colors you'll have to keep. That's perplexing." He nodded and fell asleep.
BAHAWA'S MYSTIC RAINBOW