Born in an egg so small,
Emerging as a caterpillar,
You become fat, big and may fall,
Green leaves act as a stomach-filler.
You hide in the cocoon,
As a beautiful butterfly,
You will come out this noon.
With bright, dazzling wings,
Among flowers in the wind you swing,
Sucking nectar from the flower,
Colourful and bright,
Happiness you shower,
Around the month of May.
Flying to the lands far and near,
Among ones close and dear.
The writer is in class VIII, KV NTPC, Kayamkulam