In this soft woven skein; - a chrysalis, Nests the close-swaddled fabric of her young;- As life grows ripe with Nature's catalyst, In a soft downy womb - that's silken-spun;- Now with the dew of morn is crystal kiss'd, The young worms glow, as first rays from the Sun, Bathes each swelling grub in morning light;- Caterpillar gold, from the depths of night.
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Thanks for the comment. Just a piece of allegorical writing; hinting at the great potential in all things....
A Metaphor for all new life.
Regards Mick.