Transformations
Evolving with each passing second
in a swaddled cloth.
Changing under the eyes
If they are constantly watched.
But if they are left,
More changes will be seen.
Growth will be more apparent
To those who do not suffocate
The delicate cocoon.
From a black swan
Into a beautiful adult,
What parallels are found in nature.
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