Epitome of nature, sublime and divine
when thy wings span and thy eyes shine
Thou Vision dull, but colours so bright
To every beholder a piece of delight
Insecurities of the past have turned to wings
Unaware of how sublime, clinging to worthless things
Worthy of the flower, still after the leaves
Who thou is, is what thou percieves
Witness to this, The creator heaves a sigh
It's still a caterpillar, what if it leaned to fly
Dwell deep know your worth for sure
You are a BUTTERFLY, don't be a caterpillar insecure.
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