And Be Transformed

And be transformed into a caterpillar's dream, Shedding old skins for wings of vibrant hue. Emerge from chrysalis, a golden beam, A phoenix rising, born again anew. Like clay reshaped by a potter's gentle hand, Or ore refined in life's hot crucible. A seed that breaks its shell to understand The sky's expanse, once deemed impossible. And be transformed into a prism-catching light, Revealing colors hidden from our sight.