You see the dreaded caterpillar
A violet’s enemy devourer
I see the ensuing butterfly
Whose proboscis sipped the nectar dry
The first has vision incomplete
The second has a view that’s sweet
The first’s concern is losing money
The second looks forward to the honey
I have a grapevine overgrown
Over the fence and tree it’s flown
“Cut-it-down!” you say; I say “Please save”
For kids it makes a perfect cave
You have a vision of loss and bother
And my eyes vision sees another
There really is no wrong or right
It all depends on the seer’s sight
c aaron