The egg, a tiny dot so small

Grows to burgeon for its beginning.

Yet waits its time and considers all

Of the aspects of its envisioning.


Then insignificant as she seems

Caterpillar creeps and crawls along

Consuming greens to store for dreams,

She moves in silence, for she sings no song.


When she feels she has had her fill

She stops to stretch upon a stem

And cloaks herself in softened silk

That hardens to harbor her from all storms.


Within the confines of her shadowed shell

Caterpillar surrenders to alteration.

Using the vision that did foretell

Her future forecast in apparition.


Butterfly emerges during the months of Spring

And once she is dry from the warmth of Sun,

She performs her dance on petite petal wings

To share with the world her concluded conception.


And so it’s the same with humankind

By using their knowledge of present and past,

They nurture their notions that come to mind

Then share the creations they strive to amass.


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