Caterpillar

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.