The birth of a butterfly

On the edge of the ceiling

Of a room, between the crevices of the doors,

On the backsides of leaves lay stuck

Translucent, silvery larva, more and more,

Incarnating spiky creatures, caterpillars

Which advance like springs on floors

Contracting and elongating

Which later undergo a process of metamorphosis

Contributing to the world, beauty

In the form of winged creatures, Butterflies.

Hopping from flower to flower

Of myriad colours and scent

Spread all across ; here or there

Beauty captured by the eyes

Whoever tries to observe it

Either sipping nectar

or carrying pollens by their tiny legs

Oh!Yes , they are the carriers ,

Carriers of beauty and life !