I am the metamorphosis of a butterfly.
Watch me as I envelop myself in my cocoon.
I am protected and safe, sitting, waiting for the beauty to develop.
I am quite; content feeding only on the feast of my labor.
I grow myself until I can take the constriction no more.
I break free allowing my wings to expand.
I release the tired restriction of my confinement.
I reach out and embrace the freedom of allowing my wings to expand, fly. The beauty of my creation is evident in every being I touch, if only for a moment.
I am hope; I am beauty.
beautiful