She shook with excitement and anticipation,
The process was a weird but fun sensation.
Her hands twiddled and her fingers were spry,
For in the morning she’d be a big butterfly.
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She spun her soft silk with skillful success,
As time flew by with very little stress.
Her face was cemented in a permanent grin,
As she sealed the top and shut herself in.
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She waited patiently for metamorphic change,
And said aloud, “wow, these changes are strange.”
The very next day around a quarter to noon,
She began to emerge from her cozy cocoon.
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She wiggled and giggled and finally broke free,
And landed ker-plop on the branch of a tree.
She looked on her back and found no wings,
With tones of frustration she said, “This stings”.
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She felt depressed and sulked down the trunk,
And pouted all day in a mean sluggish funk.
She said, “Why can’t I just be like the rest?”
“Is this some sort of cruel, meaningful test?”
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Suddenly, a black beetle bumped into her back,
Apologetic, he explained, “I’m a bit off track.”
“That makes two of us in the wrong place.”
“Explain, little caterpillar. Why the long face?”
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“I’m supposed to be soaring free and alive,”
“But my colorful wings, they never arrived.”
“I see…I see”, the big black beetle pondered,
“But this opportunity you haven’t yet squandered.”
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She was confused, “Oh, what do you mean?”
He explained, “It’s all in your mental routine,”
“Another cocoon you shall carefully weave,”
“Only this time around, you have to believe.”
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She trusted him and didn’t quite know why,
But she’d try anything if it got her to fly.
So she quickly worked with skill and precision,
And as time went on, trusted in her decision.
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The hours progressed as slowly as before,
But now there were feelings she couldn’t ignore.
Her faith was strong, tough, and steady,
“The time has come. I know I’m ready.”
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She poked her head out but was very uneasy,
Butterflies in her stomach, she felt a bit queasy.
She began letting go as a warm breeze blew,
And opened both wings and away she flew.
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A feeling she’d hoped for and waited so long,
Her confidence increased. Her faith, twice as strong.
She glanced to the ground and wouldn’t ya know,
The black beetle muttered, “I told you so.”
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Always Looking Up 