Morning Meds 12 15 22
The caterpillar tugged at the silken chord that it had spun within its form.
Steadily weaving a blanket of warmth to clothe him as he slept.
Gaia stopped to admire the work.
The caterpillar felt her presence and asked,
“How can I become a butterfly?
I don’t have a clue!
There must be so much to learn if I ever hope to fly and look at me, not a single wing.
I been working oh so hard, but I feel too tired to continue.
I’m sorry that I crawl so slow and that my wings won’t grow, but after a snooze I will get back at it.”
Gaia smiled some warn sun light down and whispered with her wind.
“It’s a natural process, it is not something you do, it will just happen.
You relax and take a little nap.
Soon, after you have rested from your struggles, you will get to stretch your wings and float upon my whisper.”
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