Metamorphosis

The egg became a larva, then pupa. It was very impatient at first. Time passed and a purple butterfly emerged from the silk cocoon hanging from the leaf of a tree.

She is now ready to fly. She looks back at the cocoon that once contained her. Waiting was not easy. She clearly remembers all the storms and heavy winds she withstood.

Somehow, the changes produce a cathartic effect. "I'm free," she says.
Then a gentle breeze blows and she is surprised at how her wings --she has to get accustomed to these things now!--flutter beautifully.

A part of her heaves out a sigh when she remembers that she will have to leave soon. She has, after all, found a home in that little place where she has once wrapped herself in a cocoon.

She will miss the Yakal tree that sheltered her, and its leaf called East Wing 2.