Metamorphosis

The dawn smiles at the dew

as butterflies

hover over the blooming roses

I say to myself

how fragile

well the same is life

glorious and beautiful but it comes and goes so easily

this is a metamorphosis

while we approach adulthood

we go through many changes

not like the butterflies,

where a tiny caterpillar hides away

and slowly weaves around itself

in a blanket of rebirth,

then emerges into something beautiful

but in terms of

change

recovery

and

human development

adolescence does not

come with a cocoon

there is no grand transformation

to hold out for

so take time to enjoy the offerings of nature, 
make the best of each day, 
for life lingers like the delicate butterfly, 
it sort of silently flutters away.