The fire ravaged the crysalis, interrupting and hastening the quiet transformation going on inside. Slowly new life emerged from the flames, opening its virgin wings for the first time. A survival instinct to “fight-or-flight” precipitated this rude awakening and early metamorphosis. Suddenly a beautiful butterfly burst through the blazing flames, its singed wings initially flapping with fanatic precision, then eventually fluttering gracefully in the wind as it took flight, soaring to unknown and new heights.
c. Lisa Pearlman 4/6/12