I Was A Caterpillar Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

In a warm spring day

the bee flied far away.

It had left its shelter

to collect the sweet nectar

from the beautiful flowers

using God’s dower.

When the bee flied over the honey flower

it couldn’t see me, a poor caterpillar.

I looked at the bee,

I looked at the sky,

I also wanted to fly

learning the world around

and not to creep on the ground.

Burning with passion, tearfully

I had said hopefully:

“I love you the bee.

I would agree to do anything

if only I could fly with you.

Don’t tell me adieu!

I haven’t any view from the ground

I just feel to be bound to the ground.”

I was lost in tears.

Having enough sufferings during the day time

I had fallen into a deep sleep

as there was no more strength to weep.

But when I woke up in the morning chime

I thought it was still a dream time

as I could now fly into the sky,

I turned into a butterfly.

The same morning having seen me

the bee’s heart melted with joy.

Oh, boy! It was in love with me at first sight.

Together we had a wonderful flight.

Now we are flying together

in the fields, in the woods, in the gardens

and our love hardens.

The flowers give us their sweet nectar drink,

there is no more troubles to think.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 12th,2010