by Roger W Hancock
A butterfly but first a bug.
Squiggly crawling eating leaves,
curling up in pupa cocoon.
Time elapse, a transformation,
to emerge as a beauty-fly.
Flying free in beauty glory,
a mate to join, then eggs to lay.
Metamorphosis of life
be lessons in change.
Changes inevitable,
in all forms of life.
Beauty we enjoy of the butterfly.
Motion, beauty a metaphor,
of the life we wish to live.
Struggles in life a surety,
must come first before success.
In those trials, we must remember,
the butterfly was first a bug.
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