Victory

A caterpillar has no beauty To boast of or display It feeds on leaves continuously In a pitiful and crawling way. As if ashamed of its appearance And its lack of creature strength It thrives on sheer endurance Till days of growth announce its length. It sleeps in solitude's cocoon Wrapped in its content transition, Sure its rebirth is coming soon Metamorphosed in creation. Through its final feat of struggle Completed joy a thousand sighs From its triumphs over obstacles Comes the magnificent butterfly! Copyright ~~~~~~~ cynthiabuhainabello~~~04.04.13