Kiss of Life

I was an egg before my birth
and blossomed to a breathing thing,
from crawling  start I hope to spring
a Monarch to rhyme with this earth.
 
But first my mind needs greater girth
as I slough off this chrysalis
of my short childhood that brief kiss
of learning, as the sun starts to dry
my verbal wings and I will eye
the sky and will my word, fly, like this...