Stupendous Transformations

Inchworm travels.

Squirming, squeezing, slipping up the tree.
Working without stop for the wonder I’ll be.
Green as the grass and full of purpose.
Up high I’ll go and hang by my silk.
Flutter in the wind jumping leaves with a thrill.
Worm some will say just scooting along.
Avoiding pesky wasps which may try to eat me.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.