Metamorphose


A butterfly is beautiful
Only after changing itself,
A child is growing from a baby
And then he is a person.

Nothing is permanent
Or frozen in a state
It is moving, living, dying
And always turning into another thing.

The mystery of the life
Tells us we are different
And moving forward,
Everything is alive.

Sometimes it is hard
To notice a difference
Because our eyes are used
To see only what’s on the surface.

And we miss the changing
That happens to all of us
It is sometimes confusing
But it is only a state to something bigger.

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