Transforms a caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly- While within the cocoon, the winged dreams cry; Despairing to freely pilot, towering the cryptic sky. Deepens an exiting autumn as a welcoming spring- While snuggling the earth, the leaves mildly swing; Knolling the hoary gongs of hope, they mirthfully sing. Egresses a befogged man, as a absolved human- While the empyrean prowess of real compassion; Satiates the sleeveless vacuities of all his passion.
Lily-white snow is bussing the branches so black; Swaying in desire to beget the blushed glory back. Colorings, slithering into the blueprints of paleness. Will these hushed up hues ever whistle in brightness? Aware are the dried twigs of their deadness inside: Yet, fancying for the sprightliest springtime besides. Disgraced not they, of their nakedness in the day: But jubilating at the greenish gown, earning their way.