Centipede

No need to stay stuck on bended knees,
Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.

Feel that wind outside your cocoon,
Crooning with a hope you will join it soon.
To fly in the sky like a Butterfly high.
And all you have to do is give it a try.

See those leaves budding on that tree,
Blossoming with giggles as they dance in the breeze.
And that grass below your feet,
Wishing you would move them so they can breathe.

Feel that wind outside your cocoon,
Crooning with a hope you will join it soon.
To fly in the sky like a Butterfly high.
And all you have to do is give it a try.

Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.
Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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