The caterpillar marches Munching from leaf to leaf to leaf He doesn’t know where he’s going He doesn’t know where he’s been He only knows the munching The hunger in his gut The fire in his belly Antennae pointing up Vigilant for predators Water and leaves He doesn’t know where he’s going It matters not where he’s been
The caterpillar weaves Instinctively without knowing Why he must, but weaves he does A cocoon for the growing The caterpillar digests himself Dissolving into soup Becoming a pod of pain and tears And caterpillar goop Alone for weeks he suffers Reconfiguring His whole body becoming A new kind of being
No idea what he’s becoming No idea what’s in store Suddenly caterpillar emerges More beautiful than before Stronger and more delicate Lighter than the air Ready for love and lofty height A sight beautiful and rare The butterfly does not look back To the caterpillar he was The butterfly flies forward Embracing whatever comes
There are two opposing things that define me: a poignant in eulogy, a melancholia in a deep blue sky and a parallel and current; it is boundless.
My love is an empty cage, grown in an innocent body, tearing flesh by flesh, yearning mouth by mouth, a chest is a garden full of butterflies, my veins is a vial of momentary currents and curves molded to each caresses of something that lingers.
These parallels are a loose thread that bounds a brokenness, and on each pull of the gravity, I would ache to skin and bone.
I need to have, a Slice of Heaven, Whilst living My life on Earth. Where can I find, What I keep seeking? I'm seeking it, as I feel the Dearth. So I plucked a few Stars, from the Sky. Whilst the Moon stared at Me. She kept wondering, why the Stars. When there were Fishes, out at Sea. I then chose to chase the Butterflies, that were eyeing the Flowers Around. They saw Me in My Rose Garden and left without touching the Ground. When will Happiness, find Me and I get a Slice, of what I'm looking For? I keep winning all Battles in My Life. It's high time, I won the War.
When spring arrives, it touches nature’s heart, and awakens it into a new life Trees are blossoming Beautiful Lilly flowers are blooming Fields are dressed in a green garment Blue butterflies are flying Bees are buzzing Baby bunnies are playing Birds are chirping in backyards Water springs are bursting Water waves are dancing Nature is burning love
I wonder, if we as human being could bring out the best in us, and show the whole world our inner beauty by the touch of spring?