Nik Boyd
Wandering in a wild forest,
surrounded by the breathing trees,
I found a hanging chrysalis
being gentled by the breeze.
Gentle vibrations rocked and split
a shell once fit so tight,
behold the emanations then
that cast forth divine light.
She shook off old restrictions
that limited her ease,
and took to wing aflutter then
to dance upon the breeze.
What marvel was it brought me there
to witness birth so fine,
to see her dance upon the air
was indeed divine.