Life
An egg on a leaf
Begins to gap open and half
I lift out my meager green crown
And consume the shell
I creep to the border
And devour my leaf
I grow so great that my hide is snug
I know I am ready
I drape myself upside down
And encase myself
In a few ages I begin to wiggle and breach my cocoon
I emerge brilliant and wet, and distend my wings
As I dry... I understand its time
I stretch my wings
And fly away
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