A LIVING TOMB

From within the cocoon

Never sleeping under the moon,

A new world is being born

And the ugliness of the past will all be gone.

Having a network of fibres silken made

And of colours: yellow, cream, or jade

Inside, something is taking shape,

Bound tightly so there's no escape.

Giving protection from the elements outside,

All for the fragility of what's inside.

And like a living mummy encased in gold;

A butterfly of grace will eventually unfold

To bestow on the world it's simplicity and splendour

A fairytale ending, thanks to the creator.