Butterfly's Brave Bloom
In a garden of whispers, where flowers bloom bright, Hung Flutter the caterpillar, wrapped up tight. She'd munched on green leaves, grown fat and so green, Then spun her silk home— oh, what a scene! But inside her cocoon, doubts fluttered like rain: "Will I ever fly free? Or stay the same?" Her wings were forming, soft and unseen, But bravery called— time to dream big and keen!
Her butterfly friends danced on petals so fine, Wings painted with colors, like jewels that shine. "Come join us, Flutter! The sky's full of fun!" But she peeked from her silk, "I'm not quite done. My wings might be small, or colors too plain— What if I tumble, or cause them all pain?" The friends buzzed encouragement, light as a breeze, "Your brave heart will bloom— just wait and see!"
But a wild wind awoke, with a howl and a gust, Shaking the flowers, covering them in dust. Petals flew wild, the sky turned to gray— A storm was a-coming, chasing the day! The butterflies huddled, wings folded in fear, "Who'll scout for safe shelter? The danger is near!" Flutter's cocoon swayed, her heart beat so fast— This was her moment— brave at last!
With a wiggle and push, she broke through her shell, Wings unfolding slow— oh, what a spell! They shimmered in rainbows, bold purple and gold, But wobbly still, in the wind's grip cold. "I'm scared," she admitted, antennae a-quiver, "But friends need me now— I'll deliver!" She flapped once, twice— a flutter so small, Yet bravery bloomed, answering the call.
Up she soared shaky, into the gale's fierce roar, Wings bending and twisting, but she wanted more. Doubts nipped at her heels, like thorns in the thorn, "You're new, little Flutter— you'll crash and be torn!" But she whispered back, "Brave hearts don't retreat— I'll find that safe haven, make it complete!" Through sheets of the rain, she spotted a nook, A leafy green cave by a babbling brook
Back she zipped urgent, her colors aglow, "Friends, follow me quick— to the shelter we go! It's cozy and dry, with leaves soft as down— We'll weather the storm, never frown!" The butterflies trusted her lead so true, Wings linking together, a brave little crew. They fluttered as one through the whipping air, Flutter in front, without any despair.
They tumbled inside, wings damp but alive, Huddled in warmth, as the tempest did strive. "Thank you, dear Flutter— your bravery saved us all!" Her friends cheered soft, in the cave's gentle hall. She blushed on her wings, a new shade of pink, "It wasn't just me— it's what brave hearts think! When fear whispers 'no,' shout back with a yes— Your bloom is your power, nothing less!"
The wind sighed away, sun kissing the dew, The garden awoke, fresh and brand new. Flutter led dances on petals once more, Her wings strong and steady, forevermore. Bravery's bloom, like a flower's first light, Comes from within— oh, what a sight! No matter the storm, or the doubts that may creep, Your true colors shine when your courage runs deep.
As stars sprinkled soft on the garden so sweet, Flutter folded her wings, her bravery complete. Dreams of new storms, and more blooms to unfurl— A butterfly brave, queen of her world!