I asked an AI. Here is the response in the form of a sonnet. It took exactly ten seconds to come up with this. (We get a bit of cabin fever at this time of year, up here under the snow…)
In stillness, tightly wrapped in silk cocoon,
The butterfly chrysalis lies in wait,
Its metamorphosis will happen soon,
A transformation that will seal its fate.
But what of dreams that stir within its shell?
A secret world that only it can know,
Perhaps it dreams of beauty, to excel,
Or freedom, to take wing and learn to grow.
Maybe it dreams of colors bright and bold,
Of flowers that it will soon come to sip,
Or fluttering with others, to enfold,
In harmony, to dance and never trip.
Oh, butterfly chrysalis, do not fear,
Your dreams will come to life, so crystal clear.