finally finished the poem metamorphosis... it isn't that great, but the third line came not through my self. I just somehow spoke it out of nowhere, prolly insight from God.. i donno.... I didn't want to write it, cuz metamorphosis sounds like the caterpillar did all the struggles, but in relation to my faith, it's God who did all the job.

Metamorphosis
You breathed into dust and made life.
You died for this caterpillar and made it free.
You gave meaning to this butterfly and made it fly.
You took this heart of stone and made it Yours.