The Butterfly

One day I saw a cocoon and wondered what it was

It looked very pretty and I treasured it with my heart

Every day I would ask it what it was

But only silence was what I always got

One day, holding in my palm, I asked it what it was

Then I heard it say I'm pretty outside and beautiful inside

I said Can I not see you

It replied i want to be within the cocoon

I said if you won't come out

The world wouldn't know your beauty

And it said the cocoon is warm and the world is cold

Then I held it close to my heart

And I saw a butterfly fly out

But it flew not without into the world

but within deep into my heart