I don’t have much range to move.
I eat what’s in front of me.
I wish I could grow up faster.
I want to be a butterfly,
but I’m still a caterpillar.
I finally finished my home.
As nighttime approaches, I get ready for bed.
I dream of growing beautiful, big, bright wings.
I dream of flying with the rest,
and being a butterfly.
When I awake,
I feel different.
As if I was born again,
yet I’m still me?
I notice my wings.
They are so beautiful and big and bright.
It all happened so fast, I didn’t notice.
I take off.
Unsteady at first,
but then steady.
And finally a butterfly.
