The Majestic Butterfly
The sun comes up early in the morning
Green leaves turn to bathe in the sun
Flower petals open widely and stand proud
As the caterpillar slowly begins to wake.
She begins
Inching along
Absorbing her surroundings
Soaking in what it means to be "me".
She grows
In stature, in knowledge
In love, in understanding, and grace
Painfully she grows through cheers and jeers.
She changes
Not who she is, but
Rather what she is turning into
A young, thriving, vibrant butterfly.
She blossoms
Like a flower's petals
She is colorful, majestic, and strong
Her beauty will captivate and mystify for ages.
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