The Magic Metamorphosed Moth ,"Inch worm, inch worm, measuring the marigolds":

There you were, on my walk yesterday, spread out on the ground, looking like a small rock or leaf.
I almost stepped on you, little one. My eyes don't see as well as they use to and sometimes I don't see things for what they are. We had a moment didn't we? How often have you let a human being touch you? Did I smell different? Was I a monster in your eyes? I don't think so. You crawled onto my hand as if you knew me...., or were you just being brave?
In your former life, as a inch worm, I read that you are a pest and chew on trees and shrubs. Well, I guess that metamorphosis is a wonderful thing for you: Letting go of all those bad habits and becoming something new and beautiful. I wish we could all do that. Some say we can.