From her first breath, the odds are against her
All types of predators are looking to destroy her
In order to stay alive, she must move,
Move to breath, move to live
She eats, She grows, She survives
She finds a safe place to hide
Not to hide out of fear, but to prepare for her transformation
She chooses a calculated spot
She must have some intrinsic knowledge deep within
She attaches herself to a silk button and then,
Lets go
Her whole life has been in preparation for this one moment
A true Metamorphosis
Deep inside she knows she is something beautiful
She sheds her skin for the final time
What appears to an outsider as death, is just the beginning of her rebirth
If you watch very closely, you will see small tiny movements
She is still alive, she is still fighting
As the chrysalis transforms from a jeweled green exterior to a thin clear shell
It is almost time
She breaks free and hangs from the empty shell of whom she once was
Just a shell of her past, not a dictator of her future
She begins to stretch her soft wrinkled wings
She starts to pumps them, stretch them...
Until they are transformed into symbols of strength
And when the time is right, she takes flight
