It is a time to transform
Reform, to a form fit to adorn
I heave and struggle, bend and wiggle my green i shape form
On sextet legs, I silk and spin
And spin myself a crystalline castle
And crown myself Chrysalis
Slumber and sleep in liquid base form
I heave and struggle free, eclose, emerge, a crowned king
To claim the Kingdom of Allure, scentful, splendid, pure
I lift myself up, my final form
And with paper wings I flap and fold
To embrace summers love untold
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