THE JOURNEY OF THE LONE SNAIL
(Part Two)

The snail moved on, the air now clear,
When it met a creature, strange but dear.
A larvae of the Bagworm moth it found,
Dragging logs, weighed heavy to the ground.

Curious, the snail, with a gentle gaze,
Asked, "Why carry such weight in this maze?
Why encumber your life with a load so great,
When the world is wide, and time won't wait?"

The larvae paused, its voice so small,
Yet within it echoed wisdom's call.
"You see, dear snail, my burdened load,
Is the armor I’ve made for this rugged road.

You have a shell, a gift from birth,
A shield that guards you, for all it’s worth.
But I was born with no such grace,
So I spin my thread, and build this place.

With twigs and logs, I create my shield,
A fortress of strength, in the forest field.
It’s heavy, I know, but it keeps me safe,
From the dangers that lurk in every space.

Yet this burden, though it serves me well,
Is not forever, it’s just a shell.
For soon I’ll shed it, light as the air,
And take to the skies, a moth so fair."

The snail listened, wisdom in its tone,
And realized the burden was not just stone.
For each in life must bear their weight,
But some burdens are tools of fate.

With a nod, the snail moved on its way,
Grateful for its shell, night and day.
Yet it carried with it, the lesson learned,
That all burdens, in time, are turned.

For some are lightened, and others released,
As we grow and change, from the greatest to least.
The snail and the larvae, each on their path,
Both carried the wisdom that came from the heart.

And so the forest whispered in the night,
Of burdens, blessings, and the flight so light.
For every creature, both great and small,
Has a journey to make, through rise and fall.

To be continued.