Autobiography of a Butterfly

Length: 1 Pages 319 Words

I am a butterfly. I have very bright and colorful wings. I fly with my exotic wings among deep green bushes. I can feel the jealousy of flowers at that time, because they are not as colorful and as attractive like me. When children come to play at the parks during afternoon, I also fly among them. They chase me and shout in joy. I too feel very happy to take part in their game. Only some time, a few naughty boys try to catch me and I get afraid. I find the little girls much Continue...


better because they are not at all naughty. Though my life is quite short, but I try to make it meaningful and joyful through these activities. Then one day, some kind of transformation started to take place. I could move very slowly and could not fly. I spent days within that and one day when it broke open, I found myself reborn with these bright colorful wings with which I can now fly as per my will. I felt very happy and thanked God for transforming me so beautifully. It is now almost impossible to imagine that when I took birth I was extremely ugly and repulsive to look at. This is necessary for pollination so that flowers can be transformed into fruits. I have to fly from one flower to another to transport the pollen. I found myself confined within a hard and strong shell called coccune. Then my name was caterpillar and I had so many legs. But, I was not always so beautiful. I do not only play with the children and make them merry.

PROFESSIONAL ESSAYS:

Framing of the Film ""Household Saints"""
For instance, Ullman's brother Nicky, loves Madame Butterfly and all things Japanese. Wisconsin Studies in Autobiography, Second Edition, 1999. Savoca, Nancy. (1054 4 )

Arthur Rimbaud
European waters, it is to the cold, black puddle into which a sad, impoverished child releases a boat as frail as a May butterfly. The Autobiography of Rhetoric (2758 11 )

The poetry of Arthur Rimbaud
European waters, it is to the cold, black puddle into which a sad, impoverished child releases a boat as frail as a May butterfly. The Autobiography of Rhetoric (2770 11 )