Worms wriggle, composting the soil and determined to rise
Blindly trying to find their prize
A symphony of sounds echo, transformation the tune
The orchestra of nature performs to the March Spring Full Moon
The conductor revered as cocoons are rejected
Wake up, be ready, it’s time to grow be celebrated
Skins of the past are shed like a snake
Inevitable growth, no longer opaque
A miracle performed, nature is truth
Take that leap now, transform like a butterfly searching for eternal youth
Your scars can come too, may be your best attire
You are a miracle, complete and ready to inspire