"...Crown"

This mid-winter warm spell brings Spring to mind.

Butterflies in particular Monarchs. Them folks is tuff little bastards.
A few daze after 9/11 I was downtown on my way to the radio station. This a whole story in itself. Literal scenes like da London Blitz. It stays with you.

Anyway, the fires and smoke went on for days. Here’s the thing…out of that hell. Out of the black-brown smoke flew the largest Monarch Butterfly I’ve ever seen. She didn’t give a bleep about us or the destruction we’re addicted to. She was just on about her business. Her descendants will continue doing so long after we and our demented species are just shadows on the shale.

They are not called 'Monarchs' for nothing.

These folks are among the true Crowns of Creation.

( ...A tip of the editorial crown to "Z" and "Anon" for the inspiration.)