The Butterfly Emerges

From the dark cocoon, the butterfly emerges, Finally realizing she cannot control her urges, To witness the beauty of the midnight moon, The butterfly emerges, from the dark cocoon. She flew from the shadows, out into the daylight, The colors on her wings had never shone so bright, She was meant to be here, her brave heart knows, Out into the daylight, she flew from the shadows. No more sitting alone, back in her little room, No more hiding in dampness, darkness and gloom, She had finally found a friend to call her own, Back in her little room, no more sitting alone. Andrea Dietrich's contest - "Swap Quatrains. Let's See What You've Got!"