The caterpillar’s belief is that the juicy leaf
Was specially created for him.
His only thought is that he must eat and grow fat,
His mind being clouded and dim!
He fears very few things- cruel beaks and wings-
And the garden shears that trim!
Having prospered slow and steady, to retire he’s now quite ready,
Having lost his vigor and vim!
Fast asleep in his cocoon, he’s woken very soon,
To a new life flying high.
From crawling around– a worm on the ground–
He’s now a gorgeous butterfly!
Am I too, then, as a worm on a leaf,
And earth- bound by my blind beliefs,
Little realising how shortly I
Shall soar as a spirit in the sky!