Change
By Alex May
age 16
On the whims of the day, a caterpillar decides,
To not be itself anymore,
To sew a silky mask and hide.
Mysterious, magical things happen
As it weaves spells and masterpieces inside,
And when it emerges from it's smooth veil,
Unfolds magnificent wings and newfound pride.
The cottony clouds whisp gently by,
First a horse, then a lion, then a dragonfly.
They're constantly changing, never the same,
Their images are worthy of a picture frame.
Leaves waver and dance in the sunny breezes
They bloom, fall, and crinkle as nature pleases.
From green to gold to auburn to brown,
They swiftly float and grace the ground.
Changes in life happen every day
All around you, even within you, in every way.
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