Something’s crawling over my now expanded surface.
I am now no longer a bud but I am big and stretched and flat
And there is something crawling on my back, furry and it nibbles my edges
A caterpillar it tells me is its name
He tells me I am young like all things but I will learn
I float in the breeze all is clear and fresh.
It blazes hot – it is so satisfying – eating and eating the light – there is no end
It is wonderful. Life is everywhere – the air is still – but I am so full of life.
The caterpillar comes by again and asks if he may use my branch
Not that I have a choice, but I do not mind I am happy and content.
The light has left my life – yellow hides behind grey and white.
I feel myself draining – I realise she was who gave me life.
I see a muddy orange filling my mind, I feel weak
Mr. Caterpillar I think is dead he is in a coffin hanging from my branch.
My edges that once tickled are curling inwards. I feel cold.
My branch is moving! Mr. Caterpillar’s coffin is moving.
It’s breaking, something is moving inside! I feel once more hope that has not been felt for a long time. Hope of life. But it is not Mr. Caterpillar that emerges but something altogether different, strange. It’s beautiful. Absolutely stunning. So many lost colours that I had forgotten. All I have seen is red and brown. But hear blue’s and purples!
And it is flying. Flying! Higher and Higher, ha! look at that.
Then I realise it is not only getting higher but I am getting lower.
But look oh so beautiful….