Part 2 - Butterfly Born - Poem by Leslie Alexis
He crawls slowly, he goes from leaf to leaf,
He’s spiky, and has strips or sometimes none,
His mother is beauty, his has just begun,
To get his own he’ll need constant belief
To keep in trying times, though they are brief.
By his fellow beast he’s eaten, they shun;
Although some do give a mighty stun
That keeps at bay the predator –life’s thief.
He slows. Armored, he blossoms from within.
The ugly duckling morphs into the swan,
Becoming the treasure, he’s truly been.
With wings open, he fits into the dawn,
As saint; and life, the true graces begin.
Yesterday’s butterfly is cocoon’s spawn.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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