In solitude's embrace, a metamorphosis begins,
A quiet evolution, where the soul unfurls its wings.
Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon,
Alone, yet transformed, under the watchful moon.
In stillness, we shed the burdens of the past,
Embracing change, breaking free at last.
Each moment alone, a canvas to create,
A symphony of self-discovery, our own fate.
Through solitude's lens, we learn to see anew,
Finding beauty in the silence, in the colors true.
Like a butterfly's delicate dance in the breeze,
Alone, but not lonely, finding inner peace.
So let solitude guide us, like a gentle breeze,
As we journey within, discovering what frees.
For being alone is not a state of isolation,
But a sacred path to self-realization.
