The Transformation Poem by Gene Simia

The Transformation

She was born, shrouded to a world that knew her not,
Her essence, hidden, except to her Creator who sought
To create the moment teeming with life,
Crying out to Nature, free from strife.

Within the mysterious cocooned abode,
A marvelous transformation was to soon encode
A new and glorious vision to behold,
A lovely winged creature very soon to unfold.

Every second her sustenance, time her friend,
Her life though short, does not intend
To diminish her graciousness, a consciousness in time
Her essence perceived as beauty sublime.

Wisps of heavenly color grace our eyes,
Her movement slow with each successive try.
She meets the outside universe
Her loveliness as poetic verse.

A myriad of colors awaits her descent,
The wind wrestling with her gentle intent
To steer her awareness of the Creator's gift
The gentle breeze accompanies her lift.

Talk with me oh lovely butterfly!
Speak of all your travels,
The shortness of your life here now
Reveals the mystery which I unravel.