The caterpillar climbs the branch but can go no higher. He feels there is more but can not grasp what is beyond his reach. It is as he could leave the limb and soar towards the heavens……as if he could…….dare he think it?

Now he feels the need to eat, giving way to a need to sleep. So he spins a chrysalis in which to sleep. While he sleeps he begins to dream, his dream is he is off the ground, floating, flying, drifting on a gentle breeze!

But now he is restless and his body is feverish, he is wracked in excruciating pain.

Is he dying?

Inside his body cells are being replaced, cell by cell. The body rejects the cells as not caterpillar. His own body, his cells are being replaced, cell by cell until the new cells are more numerous and the new cells command his body, the fever begins to lift, cell by cell, the pain lessens.

Now he is sleeping, off the ground, flying, floating above the garden on a gentle breeze.

Stepping out he feels the gentle breeze………his wings open, he is a caterpillar no more.