A magical metamorphosis, from a methodical crawl
To carefree flight, happens out of sight
The only evidence, a broken cocoon
Once home to a caterpillar, now a butterfly
Beauty of that intelligence is unsurpassed
It can call our mind home, if we let it
The carefree flight of childhood is turned
Into rusty shackles of adulthood, an unconscious happening
Casting wistful looks at tender, paperlike wings of butterflies
Brings back memories, of childhood, chasing speckled flecks of color
When thoughts flitting around are given such beautiful wings
A miraculous transformation happens within the shell of the mind
