Catterpillar Transformation
How doth the caterpillar become a butterfly?
Her wings a bright rainbow from the deepest red to blue
To gaze upon such beauty is never to be bored
But caterpillars lack in beauty and grace to mine’s eye
How do they go from brown and green to colored every hue?
And when they crawl into their home, it’s where the color’s stored
They wait inside their chrysalis until transformation’s done
As they wait they sit there knowing that they’ve become brand new
It begins to open; it blinks its eyes from whence its emotions poured
Finally no longer trapped, the battle of transformation won
A butterfly now, beauty and grace, a caterpillar no more
Her wings a bright rainbow from the deepest red to blue
To gaze upon such beauty is never to be bored
But caterpillars lack in beauty and grace to mine’s eye
How do they go from brown and green to colored every hue?
And when they crawl into their home, it’s where the color’s stored
They wait inside their chrysalis until transformation’s done
As they wait they sit there knowing that they’ve become brand new
It begins to open; it blinks its eyes from whence its emotions poured
Finally no longer trapped, the battle of transformation won
A butterfly now, beauty and grace, a caterpillar no more