The Butterfly was afraid to spread its wings for the first time,

For it had long forgotten what freedom felt like.

Wrapped in a cocoon and hanging for what seemed like forever.

Counting the days till it would be strong enough,

to break the walls that held it back.

From the world that was full of light.

But now that the time had come,

It thought twice about revealing its wings that were a royal blue.

Thinking about how it would be admired by all those that set their eyes on it.

Being held in different hands, even though

All that it really wanted to do,

is to sit on that one flower that had been its companion since the start.

When it looked nothing close to beautiful.

When it had nothing much to offer.

When all that it could do was crawl to places that were nearby.

Now, it had the power to fly.

It could go wherever it wished to.

Limits had been redefined.

A new life stood before it.

One that it had always dreamed of.

Yet, ironically, it was now in doubt.

Was that really what would lead it to happiness?

Time was limited, it knew.

And destiny worked in mysterious ways.

Even though it seemed so hard,

the butterfly knew that it must embrace this new beginning.

For it was always meant to be just this.

A magnificent little creature that fluttered around,

giving all its admirers a memory.

And in return, it knew that it wouldn’t get much.

But then, that was its purpose.

To spread joy. To dance under the sun. To make the world a beautiful place.

And so, it decided to take the leap.

All within the blink of an eye.

I saw it spread its giant wings and bravely choose to fly…