I’m reaping seeds that I’ve sown…
Never imagined they would actually grow
Cause both of my thumbs were black and
I was knee deep in snow.
No sun a shinnin
Clouds plotting my demise
I found a chance encounter
When my flowers bloomed one night
A fabulous social caterpillar began crawling up my hand
As I was placing my bountiful bouquet
Behind a brick wall where my heart stands
He whispered beautiful rainbows into my ear
Showing me I was not all alone
In this secret garden of fear.
In turn, I wrote him inspiration for wings
Then nature took it's course
As sure as a bee will sting
Soon watched him crawl away slowly
Leaving me with nothing but wilted dreams.

Where is my social caterpillar today…
Metamorphed into a Reclusive Butterfly
And flown far far away.