Just like a butterfly,
Bright, colorful, mindful, and demure.
The wings it spreads show its true colors,
Though it can't see it,
Well, we do.
In gardens of doubt, it flits and dances,
Unaware of its grace, unaware of chances.
Each flutter whispers tales of transformation,
Yet in its silence lies a revelation.
It struggles from a cocoon, a fight unseen,
Emerging with beauty, where it once had been.
We see the colors, the patterns so grand,
Yet often forget the toil behind the stand.
So, too, in our lives, we wear our own hues,
Invisible to us, yet vibrant to others' views.
We hold within us the strength to rise,
Like butterflies soaring in limitless skies.
-FH
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