In the quiet whispers of the night,
A seed begins its gentle flight,
Embracing change, a silent call,
In shadows deep, where dreams enthrall.

Through the storm and gentle breeze,
It finds its path among the trees,
With every leaf, a story spun,
Of battles fought and journeys won.

The sun will rise, the moon will fade,
Yet in the heart, the spark is laid,
A metamorphosis unfolds,
In colors bright and tales retold.

From caterpillar to butterfly,
It soars beneath the endless sky,
A testament to nature’s art,
The dance of change, a brand new start.