What will you be?
Asked the caterpillar to the bee
Well I will make honey
But what of me?
Thought Caterpillar –
Distressed and Distraught
What can I make of myself now?
Patience and faith go a long way –
What’s your dream asked he
To fly, to soar, to catch the wind in my pores
But I have no wings you see
Flying? Not me!
Patience, reminded Bee
So caterpillar built a cocoon to keep busy
While his dream was always burning within
Soon he was encased in his creation
Snug and warm, patient as ever
Dreaming of wings beautiful and strong
Yearning to hear the winds song
His energy and might
Transformed him as if overnight
A mighty butterfly he became
As was written time and again, by fate
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