When we see a caterpillar
We only see a “glimmer”
Of what has just begun
And what is to come
It loves to cocoon
In the shadow of the moon
Going through a phase
While the old has been erased
Finding protection
In its own perfection
Do you know why?
To become the beautiful butterfly

We human beings do the same
In our own time frame
We go through different “stages”
Sometimes It seems to take ages!