Once there was a caterpillar. Fragile and scared. Bound to wander and stare in awe as she saw so many bird and bees flying around her. And there were butterflies, strong and beautiful that soared up into the sky. Flying freely,and yet she was stuck on the ground. She felt weighed down, going from here to there. Living on the old oak tree that had sheltered her for so long. She wished for wings. She wished to fly and be free.

One night the caterpillar heard an unfamiliar sound. A sound so peaceful it lulled her. Calmed her and made her feel safe. And as she looked out of her little nook in the tree,she saw so much wander.Rain was pouring down from the sky. Dampening the earth below the tree. And the sound of the rain was the most wonderful thing she had ever heard. She had never seen it before and couldn't help but feel sad. How much has she yet to discover?

The next day came with the sun greeting the morning with warmth. As the caterpillar woke she felt something different about herself. She felt like her whole world was tilting to an unusual unfamiliar side. Ignoring the feeling she crawled out of her safe haven, and went to find food. The caterpillar loved eating the leaves on the old oak tree. She loved the crisp leaves that basked and dried in the sun from the day before. Slowly she climbed higher up into the tree.And amongst the leaves she found a bright ray of light that warmed the skin on her back. As she nibbled away on a leaf she couldn't help but wonder what the feeling was that she had earlier that day.

In the warm sun...