She was like your pet bunny. Sweet but timid and most times not sunny. You would endeavor to be her warmth in the most gentle of ways. She would huddle bashfully and if you're not so lucky, she might even run away. She was similar to the polar bear, solitude was joy. If you ever dared intrude, her peace you would destroy. Deep within herself, the lion she foraged. Soon she found that it was she who had been her hostage. Like a caterpillar to the butterfly her spirit began to grow for liberty. She has transitioned into the bee and people are like honey. Her soul has been set free and her mind is like confetti. Only she had the faculty to make her destiny a reality.