The butterfly; the metaphor of mankind;
he wasn’t always able to fly;
his current incarnation was refined;
to get there; he first had to die.
A caterpillar; his first incarnation;
crawling everywhere he’d go;
just like every baby’s inclination;
and both of them moved very slow.
A caterpillar lacked mobility and beauty;
for he had deeper purpose, to hide;
creating himself was part of his duty;
for his majesty was waiting inside.
The man was the crown of creation;
yet, in life, he had much to reform;
the one he was, required deviation;
it was needed, he be reborn.
Both had energy, within, to refine;
for both had yet to become;
none could tell their ultimate design;
once they’d reached their sum.
The Caterpillar simply had to die;
tho his death was nothing to mourn;
internal energies made their reply;
and a beautiful butterfly was born.
Eden was God’s special garden;
where man was destined to die;
proof, sublime, of His pardon;
mankind was His butterfly.