Are we as the butterfly
When he starts descent,
From his cozy chamber
So fresh and innocent?
Do we flex creation
In the morning light...
Wings we've not known before,
Readying for flight?
Will we rise to new heights
Over mountain rills,
Gliding on soft breezes
Experiencing new thrills?
And if we soar above all,
Seeming "curious..."
What will the caterpillars
Whisper about us?
~penned by lynn foust
