Before freedom, came death. I remember little of that brief existence. A child born out of wedlock, dumped on the steps of the orphanage, wrapped in an old potato sack. No one came; the doors were barred throughout the night.
As dawn approached and the sun’s early beams crept down the face of the dusty red brick walls, I took a slow shallow gulp of air. As the warmth reached my tiny innocent face I exhaled for the last time.
I vaguely remember a time of lush green tasty leaves. I remember a long thin body becoming plump, and then nothing, just empty time passing.
What I clearly remember is warmth surrounding my tightly wrapped body. A sphere of light appeared through the diaphanous cover from which I needed to make my escape. Gently I eased my cramped body free, stretching out my long limbs. Then slowly I unfurled damp wings to enable them to dry out in the warm sun.
I hung down beneath the flower head, protected from the sight of predators. The breeze caressed me stroking and drying out my delicate filigree appendages. Sweet fragrances filled the air enticing me to follow and taste the sweet wonderful syrupy sap.
Languishing in the heat I bide my time, allowing my body to take on its new form. The limp wetness was becoming firm and more structured. The warm wind became like the gentle caress of a mother's hand, something I had not known in my previous life.
Taking great care I tentatively moved my legs, and began feeling my way with my antenna. I climbed out into the rays of the sun and as my feet touched the soft petals I could sense the flavour of the flower, it was very alluring. Holding steady I extended my wings for balance. Using my proboscis I reached into the heart of the flower to take my first taste of the delicious nectar. It was like pour heaven.
A gentle sigh escaped, and then I heard a soft voice coaxing me.
‘Fly my pretty, be free.’
Then with a gentle nudge the wind carried me from the flower that had been my protective home as I transformed into this new life. A slow opening of wings helped the wind to lift me. Higher and higher I rose, taking in the beauty of the world and the abundance of the flowers of the rich countryside. Alive and free and under the tender loving care of Mother Nature.