#2909-Answer

A butterfly,

Perched on a flower,

Gazed at the man,

Deep in thought,

Wandering by.

The man stopped,

Stared at the butterfly,

And finally asked,

What is your secret,

My dear butterfly?

Puzzled yet intrigued,

The butterfly reflected,

Then replied,

To become free,

And learn how to fly,

I needed to transform,

To let my essence shine.