The Butterfly Is Me
Written February 23, 2003
Wrapped in the chrysalis safe and warm
There is a life being nurtured, about to transform.
Wintering away on the branch of a tree
A miracle of nature is waiting for me.
The eggs were laid and the caterpillar was born
She shed her skins in the warm autumn morn
And after a while when the time was just right
She cloaked herself in a pupa for the long winter’s night.
The earth begins to warm and springtime arrive
With beauty and vibrancy, nature comes alive.
The butterfly emerges from its tight little world
To flutter and fly with her wings unfurled.
To be who she is has not been without pain
But to break out her safe world is how she can gain
Gain the freedom to live in the rain and the sun,
The freedom to be all that she will become.
Her colorful wings allow her to take flight
To taste the nectar of the flowers and bushes so bright
She is so delicate, but ever so strong
As she takes her place where she belongs.
The butterfly is a symbol for me
My totem, my strength; it allows me to be free
The struggles and hardships of finding myself
Help me, as the butterfly, to appreciate the wealth.
The wealth is the earth with its flowers and trees
The mountains and deserts, the sun and the breeze
The colors, the rivers, the lake and the stream