Life is like a butterfly,
Beautiful but small,
So many people in this world,
Like some don’t exist at all,
We start out as a caterpillar,
Children always learning,
We look to see more than we know,
Our minds ever churning,
We withdraw into a brown cocoon,
Developing our form,
Teenagers turning into adults,
The time to be reborn,
We break out, true selves alive,
Golden wings shining,
We are ready to begin our lives,
Gorgeous wings flying,
But all things must come to an end,
As other life is teeming,
Another life is closing down,
Your dying wings still gleaming.
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