There be a time
To thus forget,
Pain would beset
Life’s burden set
To metamorphosis,
All not immune
To melee of egress,
Thru primal stage
Of intrinsic crawling,
Till that of taking flight…
I may have wished
Primordial remains,
Of furry ravager
Held caterpillar
But butterfly be my aim,
Watching from on high
With lepidopteran view,
In wilting summer’s sigh
Sipping morning dew,
The while in reflexion,
Upon world’s progression
Neath a solstice sky,
Life chose I’d be a butterfly!