Little Caterpillar

Little Caterpillar

Hear the trickling sounds of the stream,
And fall into a sleep, serene.
Wander no more, for a place to claim,
Rest for a peace, in you, to name.
For if the days have left you emptied,
With Morning comes, new flowers to tempt thee.
And when you wake, do not be afraid to fly...
You must paint your wings with colors that linger, long after you've danced in the sky.