This poem is all very serious, isn’t it? Sometimes that’s just how it is. Apologies. Normal silly service to resume shortly.
How brave must the caterpillar be
To crawl from its safe dark cave, and see
For the very first time its brilliant wings,
And watch the breeze which sighs and sings.
Then touch it, soft, with flimsy flaps,
And turn around. And then, perhaps,
Soar way up high in the unknown blue,
Leaving the life and the leaf it knew.
How brave must the caterpillar be,
How very brave,
To bear the weight
Of its freedom.