Classic Poem

I found a royal moth half-way out of his chrysalis,
Powerless to go further.
I broke the hard, brittle shell with my fingers — too late.
His crumpled wings were gorgeous,
But they would not fly.

The limitations of a chrysalis are the strength of a caterpillar;
They help him to concentrate his mind on wings.
But when it comes to emerging,
Every caterpillar should arrange to be prompt and lucky —
If he wants to soar.