On the way to get my wife

In the season of dying
It happened by chance
The Monarch was flying.
Or was it a dance?

It might have begun
A Spring ago
When the cocoon was spun
And started to grow.

This metamorphic miracle
With Mother’s laws and loyalty
Reminds that life is spherical
To all including royalty.

While princes, knights, queens and kings
May be very strong and able.
Pinned on my winshield by the wings
Make them specimens on a table.