Lonely caterpillar, roaming around wondering what your purpose is, why the butterflies are so beautiful and you are you! Crawling around, getting ready to sleep, too tired to take on this big bad world.
You form your cocoon, your little safety net to protect you, from the outside world, to encompass you in a loving embrace, awaiting till its time for you to emerge.
Oh, lonely caterpillar, now is your turn to shine, as you break free from your prison, your beautie shines bright, like no other and now you have become another caterpillars inspiration and aspiration to become.
The transformation from lonely caterpillar, to beautiful butterfly is complete and now you are ready to soar.
TOMATO CHASE
Now....
Out of season
They're reddish
Uniform in size & shape
Firm
And flavorless
In season
They're RED
All sizes and shapes
Firm, soft, some just right
And flavorful
Yesteryears
They were magic
Like the transformation of a caterpiller
The little yellow flower
Gives way to the tiny green marble
Stalk n stems grow bigger
Marbles grow larger
The green fuzzy rough stems
The scent
That wonderful smell
So unique to the tomato plant
They turn green to red
Some even get incubated on a sunny sill
When it's time
Knife reveals seeds and red splotched juice
And the TASTE
A taste that fades with our age
That TASTE that we chase every summer
Close
But never a ringer
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