Caterpillar squirming through masses of grass
dodging blackbirds and crows,
predators and foes.
The winter has frozen the roots of such crops
its cold and its bitter.
This harsh winter fog
makes it hard to squirm through
but squirming and squirming is all you can do.
Its hard and its lonely
you persist through the struggle and the pain of the frost.
When finally its summer
the sun and the air erase all the struggles
of past winter pain.
The burden is lessened now that winter has gone
and the fresh summer elements
have been your greatest gain.
No longer a caterpillar
dragging through mud
Emerged has a butterfly so strong and proud.
Through winter and summer you can brave through them all
but never forgotten is that first summer sun.