Often in life,
I face circumstance,
some are impossible,
and others tiresome,
it's mostly hopelessness,
that I would pronounce.
then tales of caterpillars,
springs to mind,
vistas of flower buds,
in my thoughts enshrine,
the lowering of temperatures,
in sun-lit springtime.
what happens,
if caterpillars did not cocoon?
what's the outcome,
if flower buds never bloom?
what must we endure,
if springtime did not care to loom?
there would'nt be,
butterflies abound,
nor will there be,
flowers to frolic around,
without spring,
summer will surely not come.
with that in mind,
I would often see,
what I now and then,
does somewhat agree,
that we must play out,
what fate has cast us to be.
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