Unless I lift my lowered gaze,

I’ll miss the Beauty in my days –

Remain attached to lowly sod,

Where lowly caterpillars plod.

But if I lift my thoughts above,

Forever seek the path of love,

My heart will rise on golden wings,

Accomplishing much brighter things.

Caterpillar Chatter

Never have I seen so bold an aspect on a face;

Never noticed coloured stars by pollen held in place.

Never were such lovely blooms beauty so complete –

Wait for me!  I’m coming up!

You’re good enough to eat!