| Story ID: | 3339 |
| Written by: | Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Phenix City Alabama U.S.A. |
| Year: | 2007 |
| Person: | SELF |
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| Story ID: | 3339 |
| Written by: | Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Phenix City Alabama U.S.A. |
| Year: | 2007 |
| Person: | SELF |
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There was once a little worm, that crawled upon the ground and all the other insects called him the ugliest bug around. Often they were mean to him, and called him ugly names, and would not even let him play in thier buggy little games. They would point at him and laugh, sometimes they would even jeer, and this made the little insect so sad, he often shed a tear. But mother nature in her kindness, and love of all her creatures here whispered a great secret in his little buggy ear. So the sad little insect, crawled up a tall oak tree and began to weave a nest to hide in, so the other bugs could not see. He weaved and he worked from dusk to dawn one day, while all the other little bugs did laugh and point and play. They laughed and said "oh look now he's hiding from us "see? that little worm has hidden, high up in that tree". And all the little bugs, soon forgot that he was there sleeping in his haven, away from all thier stares. But one day mother nature called a meeting for all the bugs and gathered them all around, to speak of peace and love. She pointed to that great oak tree, where the ugly worm had gone to hide, for it was time to reveal what was hidden there inside. Then all the bugs remembered the little worm who crawled up that tree, and of how they had laughed at him, and how ugly he used to be. And all of them were prepared to laugh and point and jeer, at that little ugly worm whom soon would now appear. Oh they would have such fun when again he showed his face, that little ugly thing the scorn of all his race. But imagine thier great surprize there upon thier buggy face! for instead of an ugly worm a miracle had taken place! For that little ugly worm, within his cocoon high, had turned instead into a Monarch Butterfly! Now the moral of this story is, never ridicule nor chide, for often the greater beauty, is hidden deep inside, a beauty that is not seen, but is with us from the start a beauty that is often hidden, within our soul,and heart. |