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Do people change
Do people change?
Like the Butterfly that emerges from its silken coat
Its eyes are open to the new world it sees
In the first few hours it feasts upon flowers
Rose petals and Buddleia flowers of fairy rings
Then starts the battles, with the wasps and busy bees
Along come the humans, with hands of strong powers
Weary, she lets the sun soothe her tattered wings.
Cautiously she views the world with opened eyes
No longer carefree, she now must survive.
For her days are numbered, precious and few,
For to lay her eggs she must keep alive.
