Metamorphosis

And the wonder was slowly shown,
was born within the forest’s shade,
for colored freedom it was made -
yet still it stayed unspoken.
Till one strange day, as if by grace,
a wing broke through the silken case,
and there it was, delicately awoken,
what none had ever known.

How can a creature such as this,
that crawled in dirt and shadowed night,
without a crown, without a kiss,
ascend to such a shining height?

So light, so tender, airy-bright,
its art a realm of pure delight –
no longer bound to earth below,
but fluttering now through the sky
Who dreamed this dream?
Who made it so?