Metamorphosis

The green leaves sprout
from the pact hard soil that forms its stem
waving gracefully to the wind
the soft stem struggles to have young green leaves
the caterpillar begin to sprawl its legs
dancing on it
it never eats it
it always cheers it
There was a period when cold winter hits
in right time the caterpillar has rested in his chrysalis
resting, thinking, having cultured and matured
The beautiful winter soon faded
vowing not to return again
The chrysalis cracked
The caterpillar has grown up
To find that the surrounding has changed
and find itself only to become a moth
He wished to fly away
but found no other places to land on
He struggled
and always dreamed of a butterfly
The sky lamented
The earth sympathized
He rested for a while
Struggling to survive
hoping for the better
Everyday he worked on his paint work
to colour its wings
with beautiful rainbow most beautiful one could imagine
that seems to work
O pity this
This butterfly-winged moth