Fat caterpillars that come in all different sizes; As big as a canyon and as small as a needle, but Eat everything that drinks cold water and has a respiration cycle; No matter if you are a strong sturdy tree or a weak dreary house fern Dying in the living room corner because The sunlight doesn't reach your browning leaves . It is never known when you will be swallowed And have the tips of your arms see the sunshine for their last time. But don't grow and exist in fear of giant Sour yellow and grass green bodies eating you alive Instead aim to live your life on the surface Of the sun where you might burn before they get you And let your roots drink from the soil before it's all gone; Because caterpillars too Just want to be beautiful