Butterfly

In nature's grasp, a man did stand,

A cocoon, a wonder, lay in his hand.

He watched the butterfly's transformation,

Intrigued by this divine creation.

Patiently he sat, the hours passed by,

As the butterfly within did try,

To push its body through the hole so small,

Struggling to break free from nature's thrall.

But the creature's efforts seemed to stall,

No further progress, it couldn't crawl.

Filled with concern, the man took a leap,

To aid the butterfly, its struggle to keep.

With scissors in hand, he cut with care,

The cocoon's remnants, he did not spare.

The butterfly emerged, the act complete,

Yet, its swollen body and wings petite.

He thought, in time, the wings would grow,

Supporting the body, the butterfly's glow.

But alas, no change did fate bestow,

A life on land, it could only know.

Unaware of the gift he took away,

The man disrupted nature's play.

For the cocoon's embrace, a vital chore,

To prepare the butterfly to soar.

The struggle within, a sacred dance,

Forcing fluid into wings, a chance,

To take to the skies, to feel the breeze,

In flight, the butterfly finds its ease.

The tale unfolds, a lesson learned,

Through struggles faced, our spirits churned.

Obstacles bear gifts in their disguise,

They fuel our strength, make us rise.

If a life without challenges were decreed,

Our growth and potential would impede.

Like the butterfly robbed of its wings,

Our dreams grounded, unable to take wing.

So embrace the struggle, the winding road,

The trials that make our spirits bode.

In overcoming, we find our art,

Becoming the best of ourselves, we chart.

In the journey's depths, we shall find,

The power within, heart and mind,

To achieve extraordinary things,

And soar on the wings that struggle brings.