In the heart of the greenest leafy glade,
A tiny caterpillar in the shadows laid.
With a world so vast, yet unexplored,
And a destiny, silently, in her chords stored.

Days she spent, munching leaf after leaf,
In her tiny world, she was the chief.
Yet, in her heart, a secret yearned,
Of a destiny that in her soul burned.

One day she felt a strange, compelling call,
To weave a blanket, a silken ball.
Engulfed in a chrysalis, tight and warm,
She surrendered to...