On the Verge of Maturity
Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe
Along the silver line -
Others twisting, twirling
In daring deeds sublime!
Cautiously a crawler
To unknown world beyond -
Others singing, dancing,
Above the sparkling pond.
Oh to be a butterfly -
Dance on precipice of change!
And not a caterpillar
Crawling self-conscious range!
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