A caterpillar crawls, its world so small,
Beneath the shade, unseen by all.
It spins a tomb of silken thread,
A cradle where old life has fled.
The world moves on, it seems to sleep,
But hidden depths hold secrets deep.
One day it bursts, in colors bright,
A winged wonder takes to flight.
And so, through trials, we transform,
Through quiet calm and tempests’ storms.
We shed the past, our spirits soar,
Becoming more than we were before.