Butterfly

I have learned a piece or two in my time. 

This carapace is nice to all eyes who venture, 
But a butterfly rarely attains such beauty 
without the recursing turns of nature, 

We all take the spins
And our beauty is attained, 
Yet we forget the changes
That have removed our stains. 

Maya said, preached, and lived it well 
She knew that the tides were needed
To leave behind the old stresses that cast us such spell. 

And you learn like always that beauty is but only attained after time's chime.