As i quietly chew my way around
Munching down to the earthy ground
As nature kindly provides my hungry mouth
The rain moistens the sun from the south
That refreshes my sun dried flesh
And helps grow my inner mesh
And those moments of stark terror
Thankfully dropped, by a beak in error
Inadvertently giving me my first flight
Thankfully landing on tender grass so light
I then became reclusive, and cocooned
Hung from flowers, and festooned
Awaiting my moment to escape my past
Till i would gnaw through, and fly at last
Evolving, with my colourful wings, on a soft zephyr
My eyes open, and my heart on fire
My previous being, now long gone
As i have now righted, an accidental wrong
by Jemia