I had written this a few years back, but have made a few changes for the better (I hope).
Little caterpillar low on the ground
Trapped on your belly, crawling around
Seeing the world from the mud down below
You scamper and scurry with so many feet
Void of direction and feeling defeat
Never thinking your destination is more than you know
You take note of the birds and ponder the sky
A soul-haunting dream – oh that you could fly
The world is so big and then there’s just one little you
Sadly you scurry – too many directions
Surviving your minutes and lacking protection
To not get trampled or picked; to just make it through
You are tired and weary, the days are so long
Your ears are atuned to a far-away song
So high in the trees, these birds sing out your name
You ignore it forever, but weariness wins,
You climb up the tree burdened with sins
To come up and visit, to rest a while from life’s game
Knowing nothing but dirt, you start the ascent
But your poor tired body is horribly spent
Your eyes are half closed and you feel as if you’re near dead
You slip into the darkness and welcome the cave
As you leave your tomorrows, ever so brave
Now high in the tree, rest your beautiful head
The deepest of sleeps has taken you now
The world left behind you, you’ve had your last bow
But sweet dreams of freedom sing louder, calling you near
You awake to realize you are chained in this cave
You struggle to free your self – ever so brave
If only you hadn’t awoken, sleep quenched your fear
You fight and you toil pushing hard with your force
Regretting the day that you changed to this course
Is this all that there is, this bondage-filled fate?
Yet the sun bursts through in a glorious stream!
A crack in the cave wall as if in a dream
So close to breaking out that you hardly can wait.
Away falls your prison, you are free now to crawl..
But wait, what is this, you’re not crawling at all
Beautiful wings envelope you, way up in that tree!
Oh my, that you would try to soar
You lift off, take flight, you see so much more.
Your every dream fulfilled after your toil
Things look different from where you are now
Hope crowns your tomorrows, joy lifts your brow
No more life in the dirt, you are far from the soil