Metamorphosis

I have changed
I know I have  changed
When I look at the world
And don't try to hide

My eyes have  grown  bolder
The spark in them stronger
My steps have a bounce
Heart is singing

I was not thus
A few days thence
But now I have learnt
The right  way to live

I know where  am going
I know what I can do
The caterpillar  has morphed
Into a beautiful  butterfly  blue!

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