Under the night sky, beneath the full moon
The caterpillar sways from a dead leaf
It hangs upside down in a silk cocoon
In that safe shield its time will be brief
The old caterpillar's body soon dies
Transformation is what the darkness brings
Out of isolation it will arise
Its whole life's purpose is to form its wings
Colors develop from angles of light
In that silk home it changes its features
What was grounded will forever take flight
You would not know it is the same creature
The new butterfly soaring with the breeze
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