I want to be a caterpillar. Eat a lot. Sleep a lot. Wake up beautiful:)🦋

 

The river sleeps beneath the sky,

And clasps the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
And in the lately radiant west
The gold is fading into gray.
Now stills the lark his festive lay,
And mourns with me the dying day.
-Paul Lawrence Dunbar