In the woods,
he started running in
a pursuit
sometimes its
dark and scary
sometimes its
warm and soothing
sometimes
chased by the vicious
creatures
shattered by the
cacophonous winds
sometimes
ditched by the paths
he chose
sometimes
he felt disdain
sometimes
he felt contentment
sometimes
the alluring leaves
and enticing branches seized him to run
but he was obstinate
sometimes
he sow the seeds in
his way
sometimes
he sweep the weeds in
his way
after miles and miles
he is terribly
gasping, perspiring
and finally
he heard the sounds
of peace and triumph
finally
he met himself
finally
the catterpillar in
the cocoon became a wondrous butterfly.
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