Wandering in a wild forest, surrounded by the breathing trees, I found a hanging chrysalis being gentled by the breeze. Gentle vibrations rocked and split a shell once fit so tight, behold the emanations then that cast forth divine light. She shook off old restrictions that limited her ease, and took to wing aflutter then to dance upon the breeze. What marvel was it brought me there to witness birth so fine, to see her dance upon the air was indeed divine.