Hanging from a sturdy leaf,
The caterpillar weaves
He curls and twirls
And spins himself within
A sleeping bag of green
In his crocheted cocoon,
He is no longer seen
But after not too long
(In other words, quite soon)
He stirs, from where he once was hiding
And now, surprisingly, behold!
A new creation has come to life
A butterfly, with wings for flight
The caterpillar is no more
He has been transformed
What a wonderous delight!
---
September 12, 2015
The caterpillar weaves
He curls and twirls
And spins himself within
A sleeping bag of green
In his crocheted cocoon,
He is no longer seen
But after not too long
(In other words, quite soon)
He stirs, from where he once was hiding
And now, surprisingly, behold!
A new creation has come to life
A butterfly, with wings for flight
The caterpillar is no more
He has been transformed
What a wonderous delight!
---
September 12, 2015
No comments:
Post a Comment