Butterfly

It is born as a nut seed

So ugly as it  is brought to the world

That it makes me and all move away from the  egg .

 

It is moving as a worm

So stinking as it crewels on the wold

That makes me all eyes away form larva.

 

It is still as a tree

So shy as it  ,covers from the world

That makes me and all run away form pupa,

 

But ! How much grace and elegance  it shows

As it fly's as a bird

So proud as it captures all the world

That makes me all and turn away from the world.

And rise with heart's content to catch the beautiful butterfly