Stars Don't Grant Wishes ~ Poetry Book

46

A caterpillar reaching out for the highest leaf.
Undeniably, you may have struggled hard, not brief.
Oh, do come out of your cocoon, dear caterpillar.
A bit more push, they'll hear your loudest whisper.
Now you've come out and had spread your wings
In every scenery, you amplify the beauty it brings.
I may have not really known you- but I have stared.
The magic you bring is beyond compare.

You might wonder who this person might be.
How about I'll start with a girl named Blesssie.