I
In each apple,
there’s an orchard,
In each caterpillar,
the wings of a butterfly
II
Open the apple,
plant its seeds in darkness,
and an orchard is realized,
Dissolve the caterpillar in chrysalis,
awaken its imaginal discs,
and a butterfly emerges
III
Who you are meant to be,
resides within you,
Your becoming,
awaits your devotion
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