The Caterpillar
A caterpillar slowly creeps on a branch
Looking for some leaves to munch and crunch.
Some thorns pricked it here and there
But to give up, it wouldn't dare.
Soon, it was wrapped in its cocoon
In darkness and in sorrow it watched the moon.
It felt dead and empty while in safe;
The shackles restraining it causes chafe.
It coiled and recoiled to fit the mold
It does everything the society told
But as the days pass, the more it felt loneliness
For happiness and contentment are all equal to pretense.
It waited and waited for the day to come
When it can finally erase being numb.
At last the restraining barriers broke!
It can finally show everyone its new cloak!
It said: Start the year right-
Spread your colors and start to fly
Look above and reach for the clouds so high
Tell yourself you can brave this new year with all your might.
