In a garden of green, where dreams reside,
A cabbage caterpillar, soft and wide,
With tiny legs and a body so small,
Crawls along, ignoring the call.
It munches on leaves, with a gentle sway,
Nibbling and chewing, all through the day,
Leaving trails of green, in its wake,
A caterpillar's journey, a story to make.
With colors vibrant and patterns bold,
The caterpillar moves, an artist of old,
Creating a masterpiece, with each gentle bite,
A living canvas, a true delight.
But hidden within, a dream takes flight,
A longing to soar, beyond its sight,
To spread its wings and embrace the sky,
A butterfly's dream, oh so high.
Through days and nights, the caterpillar grows,
Its body changing, as time bestows,
A chrysalis forms, a sacred space,
Where transformation weaves with grace.
And then one day, the moment arrives,
The chrysalis bursts, and new life thrives,
A butterfly emerges, with wings so grand,
A dream fulfilled, in this magical land.
It flutters and dances, in colors so bright,
Filling the air with pure delight,
A symbol of hope, and dreams come true,
A cabbage caterpillar, reborn anew.