Went down to the garden <br />and see a Caterppilar <br />Crawling struggling on the earth <br />In reality she is a butterfly <br />Working out for her rebirth, <br />and after her rebirth, <br />She's going to fly. <br /> <br />She is going to shed <br />that heavy coat and bounded <br />chain and take on her new wings. <br />and fly high above the sky. <br /> <br />If we are a worm <br />covered with the dust, <br />trying hard to please <br />but afraid to fail <br />and feel like <br />having nailed. <br /> <br />Remember we are a butterfly inside. <br />and he is going to shed the coat <br />and his nailed had set us free. <br /> <br />If we hang in there <br />You'll see, we are a butterfly <br />we are going to shed the coat <br />and someday reach, <br />Reach for the sky. <br /> <br />6. January 2008<br /><br />Mary Wismer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-4/
