Shrouded in mists, the chyrsallis
painted with dewdrops, awaits its bliss

The caterpillar safe and warm inside
dreamt of flight just before it died.

Gave birth to butterfly
folded in fragile form,
waiting for morning
when the sun shines warm.

Then the chrysallis breaks
the fragile shell gone
butterfly emerges
into the glory of dawn

Waits on a leafstem
till the morning sun dries
the wings that spread
and flex, then flies.

Spiralling rainbow
passionate flight,
butterfly dreams
of another life
when it crawled
ever so slowly
and labored
day and night

to spin the chyrsallis
death wrap,

just so it might

rebirth its spirit
and find soul
in flight.