The butterfly looks free flittering around the summer flowers.
Yet, she is called to trek the continents constantly pushed by winds and rain
to seek sustenance on a hope and a prayer.
Does she know she can fly as she inches along as a lowly caterpillar?
What insists she creates her cocoon and evolves?
It is not freedom; it is engagement, a promise of security for the future.
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