A Butterfly

A man found a cover of a butterfly. 

One day a little opening showed up. 

He sat and watched the butterfly for a few hours 

as it attempted to press its body through the modest gap. 

At that point it halted, as though it couldn't go further 

So the man chosen to help the butterfly. 

He took a couple of scissors and 

cut off the rest of the bits of casing. 

The butterfly rose effortlessly yet 

it had a swollen body and wilted wings. 

The man kept on watching it, 

expecting that any moment the wings would amplify 

also, extend enough to bolster the body, 

Neither happened! 

Truth be told the butterfly spent whatever is left of its life 

creeping around. 

It was never ready to fly. 

What the man in his generosity 

what's more, scurry did not get it: 

The confining case and the battle 

required by the butterfly to traverse the opening 

was a method for compelling the liquid from the body 

into the wings with the goal that it would be prepared 

for flight once that was accomplished. 

Once in a while battles are precisely 

what we require in our lives. 

Experiencing existence without any obstructions would injure us. 

We won't be as solid as we could have been 

also, we could never fly.