A catapiler in a jar waiting for a change. Always crawling eatting others dust. He thinks to fly would be strange. But in a jar dream he must.
As time is turning something strange has begun. woven in a cacoon he sleeps. Soon he awakes and breaks thru to see the sun.
His body no longer wants to squim on the ground. He now has legs. And on his back wings are now found. Beautiful butterfly. No more to cry.
And now another year has gone. What about me should change? Have I made my wish, Tired of being plain A New Year a promise made. It is clear memories fade.
In the end beauty abounds, the cycle never ends As is with life a promise made. Yet never to hear the sounds. A new year begins............
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