A little caterpillar crawled along the ground,
searching for a shelter that was no where to be found.
She looked by the mountains and she looked by the streams,
never finding a place that matched the one in her dreams.
She found safety and stability on the forest floor, but couldn't help but wander around looking for more.
She searched through the grasses and in the flower beds, never once finding the vision in her head.
She grew tired and weary and wanted to give in, it seemed that the world would never let her win.
She hid herself away, isolated from friends. It seemed that her life was coming to an end.
And then it burst from inside her, the wings of life, a triumphant angel about to take flight.
For you see the problem wasn't with her, it was with the views the world had presented her.
A caterpillar can never find happiness in the night when she was meant to be a butterfly taking flight.
