When I am born in a small egg
I have neither head nor have I leg.
All I am once I am hatched
is an eating machine well matched.
All I’m then is stomach and mouth
I’m eating through meals from North through South.
growing, growing is my goal
I’m a worm with no heart, nor have I soul.
But even then I’m out of norm
I have different colors, skin or form.
I come in all different, wormy sorts
just eating to us, is life and sports.
After I have reached my size
the next stage of life, it is my prize.
A time of silence it is, and peace
a time to change and still to cease.
For quite some time I am a shell
‘pupa’ called, it’s hidden well.
Every cell of mine is turning me
into something else, you soon will see.
The last and most important stage
is of an adult, out of that cage.
A second time it’s time to hatch
my former ‘me’s’ well to dispatch.
This time, no doubt, I first will be
a trembling ‘newborn’, delicate and free.
This time I’m beautiful with wings to fly.
I figure you guessed – now I am a butterfly.
(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, August 2018)