I once read a questionaire and one of
the questions was:
At what age did you feel 'grown-up?'
And these thoughts came to me:
I'm not there yet.
I never want to forget:
The thrill of watching a caterpillar
inching it's way
hundreds of miles
across a lawn.
That same caterpillar
in the spring
emerging from it's cocoon
transformed into a beautiful butterfly.
The thrill of discovering
the intricacies of a leaf
clutched in a tiny hand.
Or watching a lady bug
crawling on a finger
and whispering:
Lady bug
Lady bug
fly away home.
Your house in on fire
and your children
will burn.
Then watching in awe
as she flies home
to protect her family.
Copyright © 2001 T. J. Daniels
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