Hemingway on Luck...

"To hell with luck. I'll bring the luck with me." - The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway

In a valley of flowers where butterflies flutter their lovely wings around…
Sunshine peers at you through bright snow white clouds
Where the sunbeam bends down from the skies to kiss tender petals
The blushing flower radiates the light of happiness
Butterflies flutter from flower to flower sipping the nectar of love
The multitude of colours on their fluttering wings fills my eyes with twinkling stars
and lo the brightest of ‘em all, is a little fairy… with a golden wand in her hand
spreading the magic of spring and joy… come my fairy come…