Fiery Daze | Meghan Cohen (9)

In a meadow bright and fair, 

A caterpillar crawls with care. 

It munches leaves, then spins a thread, 

In a cocoon, it rests its head. 

Days go by, the change is slow,

Inside the shell, new wings will grow. 

From the chrysalis, it breaks free,

A butterfly for all to see.

In the sky, the clouds will form, 

Changing shapes in a gentle storm,

From the puffs of white to darkened grey,

Then rain will wash the day away.

The sun will set, the sky will blaze,

Turning colors in a fiery daze.

From the day to night, the stars appear,

In the dark, you see a little butterfly near.