A butterfly lives freely
inside of a thousand options,
chooses those when wet
It opens its wings again,
in whose heart give commands
to keep its colors.
Enjoys her solitude
She is loved by her companionship
enjoys her look
dancing with the insouciance of you
charge, in her arms.
A caterpillar on Earth stood
and learned the secrets
to her legs not pinned
Another air on her wings.
Despite the loaded Chaos. *