Hidden Beauty

A caterpillar is a most unusual creature;
seeming useless to us all;
pride doesn’t seem to be his feature;
and so, he doesn’t need to fall.

He spends a lifetime, crawling around;
a picture of man’s humanity;
yet, has not a voice; to utter a sound;
and, displays not a shred of vanity.

A caterpillar is a most creative being;
spectacular beauty is hidden, inside;
altough his magnificence remains unseen;
his divinity can’t be denied.

The caterpillar is the metaphor of man;
crawling aimlessly tlhrough life;
doing whatsoever a caterpillar can;
dealing with sorrows and strife.

In death’s season; he weaves a coccoon;
with his body tucked inside;
clearly a picture of man in the womb;
in death; he remains alive.

Beauty was created to be on display;
eventually, it all must come out;
in death; only evil turns into decay;
new life begins with a shout.

Mankind is much like that lowly worm;
only the physical is born to die;
then, through death does nature confirm;
life is like a beautiful butterfly.

Monty 3/28/24. # 2,058