He ripped the wings off the little butterfly,
Expecting her to wither and die.
Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo,
A deep rest she was long overdue.

After what felt like an eternity,
She emerged whole, unbound, and free.
As the world burned down around her,
Wings unfurled, a roaring thunder.

She may feel insignificant, small,
But her aura abounds ten feet tall.