warm and bright.
When I would stretch my wings and fly,
the open skies of Joy!
For now I crawl the muddy earth,
in search of nector I am worth.
On stones I thread,
stems I climb,
yet slowly and steadily,
I crawl along.
Life is never as easy as it looks,
even the most beautiful things are tested and shook.
I stop now and look at the flowing brook,
over which I dream to fly one day.
Tired, I rest in my cacoon,
by the Great Oak tree,
now sure of the dream of flying free!
As time passes by,
I feel peace and calm.
I feel the journey has just begun.
A voice whispers, The test of time has only made you strong!
The dream I lived in for so long,
is now coming to me in a song.
Warm and bright the sun comes along,
on the day I bid my cacoon so long.
Warily I stretch my wings of blue,
with rings of golden fawn.
I know I am ready, confident and bold,
to fly the free till I grow old.
Its time now to be my destiny,
to seek the nector of life!
Atlast, I soar the joyous skies,
Feeling proud to be a Butterfly!
Comments
Most of us want to be butterflies but we do not strive hard to go thorugh the change process, we tend to reamin in the safety of the cocoon result we remain as caterpillars.