As they begin to open, slowly,
As the Butterfly takes it’s time to go through
It’s stages of metamorphosis.
She loses her head,
Wrapping herself in a crystalis
Stays there for two weeks or more ,
When she emerges,
She notices fresh foods taste better,
Drinks from the flowers a sweet nectar,
The foods of life.
Yes we see her.
She takes her time,
Not rushing to become something she is not. Nature is wise indeed.