Beautiful Wings

In splendor and beauty,
she flutters about in random dances of happiness
Flitting from flower to beautiful flower she feasts on sweet nectar
Living full color in the sunshine even in darkness
Does she remember the pain of change?

Is the caterpillar sad as she spins her cocoon enclosing herself in a silk lined tomb?
All she knows is life amidst the bitter green leaves of a single plant
Will she die as breakfast for a swift bird?
Will she survive to die slowly in Nature's call to change?

She begins to understand the signs of change within her
She knows she must accept things as they are and change
She must become a chrysalis and make her beautiful wings

Yes, there is memory
Yes, there is beauty
Yes, there is truth, there is acceptance even without understanding

Joy and happiness follow far behind too slowly