“Maybe one day you'll see me latched barkside to that tree, teasing my way out of the skin I'm in until I plunk into the dirt. Until I slither then fly. Shiny and high. Leaving only an effigy— a hollowed-out replica behind.” GrowthNatureDevelopmentTransformationNew BeginningsRenewalBeginningsSnakeInsectCicada Book:But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings Source: But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings