Untitled - Elora

Slowly, slowly I inch up a blade of grass. Almost there... alas I lose my grip and down I fall. The hard, cracked ground welcomes me back. Will I ever become a butterfly? I must spin my cocoon before dark. I'll never make it! A dragonfly swoops down. He says his name is Abyss and that he can take me up the blade of grass. I have heard that dragonflies never lie so I nod my wee head and climb on Abyss's back. We fly high, then he lowers me down. I thank him for his time, then I lift up and start to spin on a low branch. Cool, white silk surrounds me. Covered in silk, I wait for days. My body is changing. One day, the cocoon becomes clear. I open it. Something on my back is heavy. I see myself in a puddle. Wings! Slowly I test them. Soon I fly high as a butterfly!