When shall I fly? ~a 5.7.5. haiku chain~

Paper Luna moth Climbing the tree of still life Moon phase is quartered ° Should I fly away Is it perhaps best to stay By dawn's early light ° Dew on the grasses Would only slow my gray flight Tree of life massive ° Launching from this twig Would give up my camouflage Steady wins the fight ° Sturdier night times Should awaken the day times Shudder now in place ° Perched here in wonder Will branches grow overnight That's when I shall fly.