Cocoon

Through the woods I tread, a day in March
All has bloomed I see
The orange leaves have turned to green
The tulips prance in glee.

All is happy, a day in March
All, but a little soul
It struggles like it never did
To make its way through the hole.

I rest a while to see it so
The little soul tries in vain
It tries with all its strength and might
I feel my heart too pain.

I wait some more as it tries again
A new found vigour to try,
The butterflies it sees outside
Makes it to want to fly.

The final push with all its might
It's out, I see it sway
The caterpillar, now a butterfly
It did find its way.

I return home, a day in March
With a new found vigour indeed,
I swear to face life as it comes
My path the little soul did lead.

Antara