She was Cocooned!
Didn't know how to move.
Her unseeming progress,
appeared wrong to the eye.
Offered her best,
still considered ,
ordinary grade.
Inside her shell,
she lay still.
A day dreaming pupa ,
the silk around her,
a useless web.
No value. Sadly told herself.
Four stages were must,
she was gently informed,
by the wise worms,
who too had undergone,
a slow transform.
Keeping her faith,
she worked on herself.
Metamorphosis altered her stance,
The unfeeling eyes
saw in awe as the caterpillar
came out of its shell,
spinning fine silk,
never seen before!
