A caterpillar creeps on a blade of green,
Slowly inching its way, a peaceful scene,
Climbing higher and higher, no rush, no haste,
In its own time, it moves with graceful grace.
Each step a careful dance, a delicate prance,
Ascending towards the sky, an upward glance,
Leaves rustle in the wind, a gentle whisper,
As the caterpillar climbs, a persistent drifter.
Time stands still as it climbs up so high,
Inching closer to the vast, open blue sky,
A journey of patience, a lesson to learn,
As the caterpillar climbs, there’s so much to discern.
At the top it rests, a triumphant feat,
Gazing at the world from its lofty seat,
Transforming with time, a metamorphosis tale,
The caterpillar’s journey, a slow, beautiful trail.