Fuzzy, wuzzy,
wooly,
Inching along the
brown bumpy
branch.
Never knowing now
the Promise
Of soaring, sailing,
shimmering
In the coming Dance.
Bumbling, bleary,
blinded
Stumbling we go
Through life’s weary
winding ways
Till the Promise
we know
Of beauty, bliss,
brilliant life unending,
Awaiting
our metamorphosis.
