Musings on a butterfly

Does the butterfly remember
The caterpillar it used to be?
Does it think about
The creature no one liked to see?

As it emerges from the chrysallis
And shakes its wings to dry
Does it not try to remember
The caterpillar who could not fly?

Does it ever remember the hurt
It faced, the tears it shed
When people shunned it
When it wished it were dead?

No, it does not recall any of
That unhappiness, misery and sorrow
Thus shall the sadness of today be
Removed by the good cheer of tomorrow.