Time to Fly

Fresh butterfly upon this twig,

Your caterpillar life is past.

That worm is gone, but you are not.

It had to die—

So you could fly.

 

Allow the wind to carry you

With sunshine sparkling on your wings.

Sail far away to flower beds.

You need not crawl—

Don’t fear at all.

 

Unfold those wings and stretch them wide.

You’re made for more than creeping now.

You’re meant to flutter, glide, and float.

Embrace the air—

Just go. Just dare.

 

Release this stick; it’s time to go.

Leave your securities behind.

Your greatest freedom lies ahead.

Your wings are dry—

It’s time to fly.