Little yellow caterpillar

Following a silent drumming

Something sure is coming

Moving you securely by instinct

No worries ever to think

No purpose now to work

No duty given to shirk

I do envy you very oddly

At the same time godly

Glad not only doomed to die

Like you a set of wings to fly

Blessed and graced and finally

Blinded for a time until we see.

Little yellow caterpillar

From here to there

We inch, worming, groping

You not knowing, me hoping

Creation will win over our nature

Our unbound butterfly future

Yours promised, mine won.