In field of green where lilies glow
with clover for their bed
a small cocoon lived out its days
till there its wrapping shed.
From this shroud, discarded now,
a creature slow unwound.
It sat a while upon a leaf
surveying all around.
Sunshine shone on tiny wings,
its warm rays gave them strength.
They slowly straightened out until
their beauty spread full length.
Rising from its leafy perch
it danced into the sky,
a flash of red between the trees.
Sweet butterfly goodbye.