Sound of the Caterpillar

Fluttering wings of black and gold,
He flew around soft, serene.
The Valley green seemed jocund,
As he hovered around the vernal flowers
It washen she spotted his peripatetic grace,
most handsome butterfly, silent, blithe.

She had known the valley since her birth,
but she did not know its splendor.
Sun and moon and stars and earth,
filled her heart with wonder.
The cupid struck and found his mark,
She fell in love, deep, devout.

He was a boundless butterfly.
She was a caterpillar, ugly shy.
There was no hope, no leeway,
Lost to world, doused in misery,
She wove herself a cocoon,
There she lay broken, morose, lone

Yet she made a promise deep down,
that death she didn’t deserve.
There was no comfort, no content but pain,
but still, she will keep the Verve.
to leave behind the melancholy,
Live a life full of life, feisty, jolly.

She broke out but did not know herself,
Instead of caterpillar, there was a butterfly.
Many a times in life, we spin a web ourselves,
Not knowing what to do, we often brood and cry
Rise above your sadness, get up and get going
You have the spirit within you, charming, appealing.