Morphosis the caterpillar knew for sure that it was the end,
The inevitable end of life as she had known it,
Shock and denial,
Then death finally and unavoidably came visiting,
Its ugliness morphed into the transcendent glory of better life,
In a spectacle of breath taking sentience,
A thing of ethereal beauty,
Rose from the ashes of the past and the place of death,
Full with the magical feel of velvety silk,
Metamorphosis the butterfly was born,
Caterpillar friends wrote the orbituary of Morphosis,
As she flew away in the magnificence of Metamorphosis,
Into the flower loving pretty butterfly,
So to find Morphosis,
Look for Metamorphosis,
Otherwise you find her not,
Her past is irretrievably gone.
Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary
Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary
