Transformation

I’d like to be a caterpillar, and eat and eat.

Make myself a home, under the sturdiest leaf.

Wrapped up, tight, having the ultimate sleep,

but hold on a mo,

it’s about to get deep..

Whilst I’m on this ‘replete with sleep’ vacation,

My cocooned persona has undergone a transformation.

I’m no longer like a worm (but with more co-ordination)

Now I’m a butterfly with wings, but no destination.

I’ll try, somehow, to not just get by,

I want to be like ‘Wow’, feel great and pollinate, until I die.

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