Become
Notes moving, orbiting within, form a sequence,
They dance around, take their place making tunes
Tunes form a chain making a melody to
Become a symphony.
Buds scattered on a bush, not quite round, pointy
its secrets lie within, a mystery unsolved,
start of something beautiful, soon it will grow and
Become a flower
Green worms climbing up a branch, skin rough. Used to
scare young girls into their house by boys with time
on their hands, never a hint that it will soon
Become a butterfly
Theirs a melody swirlling round in my head
I often sit and wonder when I will bud
A metamorphous from what I am to what
I will become
LarryB
January 20, 2001
Email: knightflame@usa.net
