The Larvae

the larvae it has grown shed its ugly days crept out of dried brown leaf in a lovely batik to start a princely life crowned with two wings it has flown high into the sky as if to announce its glory it now has honey as food and flowers as friends never once in its larvae days it has thought life would turn out to be so grand the man too has grown, shrivelled and passed away leaving a world of colourful imagination as to its existence beyond perhaps he too now lives a grand life somewhere.... in a garden leaving the drab existence behind like the larvae that leaves its brown leaf to fly away a glory of nature