Witness my presence,
Eye my emerald hue.
Limbs abundant,
Never too much, never few.

To crawl that branch,
Green and old,
A chameleon on a tree,
Embracing the cold.

Melding with nature,
Instead of standing out,
Or else a hawk's eyes glean,
My bed his mouth.

Amidst luscious greenery,
I eat bit by bit,
Without turning it over,
Soon comes a completed orbit.

Witness my presence,
Curled into myself,
Hardened and no longer mush,
But a turtle in a shell.

In stillness, a chrysalis tightly wound,
As sunrays pierce the cocoon's embrace,
A rebirth unfolds, a colorful grace.

Hanging from the leaf I once ate,
It still hasn't turned,
But a symphony of impending change
Tells of a new year well earned.

And when the sun's rays burn,
A harsher pain,
Will I crack, and crack,
My excitement uncontained.

And like a Phoenix,
Rising from his ashes,
I will come out of my shell,
Making waves, making splashes.

Emerging wings first,
Bright and colorful,
Green and more,
Flying blissful.

The subtle dance of my aliform,
The gust of winds beneath it,
Turns the leaf completely,
New beginnings, new gift.

From caterpillar's crawl
to a butterfly's flight,
I am no Superman,
and I shall fear no Kryptonite.

Here comes the End.
But a start bellows.
There goes the past as
#YearEndEchoes

© Myth