Hopping from flower to flower,
Wrapped in a rainbow of your own,
O my dear creature of beauty,
Reveal to me your secret unkown
***
I’ve met your siblings, your babies,
Your neighbours, your better half,
Such outstanding beauty you all possess,
In your aura, I all but gaffe
***
Seating herself gracefully on a leaf,
She folded her hands gently and said,
Ever given it a conscious thought?
If not, roll it around now in your head
***
No butterfly is ever ugly, you know,
But that is what we have become,
After a long journey, not so pretty,
What you see now, is its sum
***
We were not always bright like this,
Ugly we were, all mottled and grey,
Cramped together, fighting to survive,
In one place, a group of larvae
***
Change we did, with time and toil,
Overcoming our our ugly skin,
Spring we do lovely colourful wings,
And a new life we begin
***
Butterflies are never ugly,
For they go through a tough spell,
Having fought it all and making it,
In their beauty, they now revel
