The caterpillar in the park
So soft & creepy, beautiful!
Uniquely crawling in the dark
His destiny a miracle.
He sleeps within the tepid earth
His dreams constricted by the fates.
A cryptic creature since his birth
His future self he long-awaits.
The caterpillar in the sun
So fortunate, oblivious,
A metamorphosis begun,
Unquestioned answers numerous,
He crawls not knowing he will fly,
Not knowing why he has to crawl
With ugly beauty, small but spry,
Intuitive, he builds a wall.
The caterpillar safely sealed,
Protected from & by his world,
His purpose soon to be revealed,
His truthful beauty near unfurled.
Alone with thoughts he can't explain
The caterpillar has to die
So he'll not have to crawl again,
So he'll become a butterfly.
© 2011 Ahky