The cocooned creature croons in her sleep
She dreams as her figure transforms
No guise can disguise such a visage of changing light
Not night
Darkness could never disclose her perfected form awakening inside a sheltered cocoon
Entrapped, she eagerly senses her troubles whilst struggling to break free
Her heart does not comprehend, to this end, the surpassing beauty painted upon her wings
Thereby, we sing tunes ringing truth to our ears
For freedom is found in a kingdom of glowing fire and colorful winds brushing tinted strokes across a globe of gardens and paradise
By and by, she breaks free, lifting her wings upon the winds
Our souls’ delight in such a metamorphosis
We long to taste nectar groves where butterflies are set adrift amidst an oasis of sky
For, inside our own shell, a metamorphosis awaits
Thus, emerging within our awakening dreams