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 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!
All rights reserved~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~04.09.13
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2014
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