Today, I woke up with a question
One that you may also ask
I poured a cup of tea and wondered
Do butterflies recall their past?
And if they do, can they believe it?
How much they changed? They've come so far!
I bet at some point, inner voices
Told them they'd only get to crawl.
Alike them, we may fear and wonder
If one day we may learn to fly
Behind the fallen leafs we crumble
Circling between what ifs and whys...
Let "The caterpillar's" patience guide us
So we may rise above our fears
And ultimately trust our credo
That wings will certainly appear.❤