In the cradle of leaves, a dream begins,
A tiny caterpillar, so shy and small,
With whispers of the wind, it spins,
A tale of transformation, nature’s call.

Through sunlit paths and moonlit nights,
It weaves a tapestry of silken threads,
In quiet solitude, it finds its light,
As time weaves magic, the old self sheds.

Emerging with wings, colors unfold,
A dance of freedom in the azure sky,
Once bound to earth, now bold and bold,
A butterfly, embracing the world so high.

In every flutter, a story untold,
Of courage, change, and gentle grace,
The journey of life, in beauty rolled,
A testament to time’s tender embrace.