It all started with no more than just a caterpillar, on a tall tree, as green as green can be. A refreshing aroma visited every corner of the tree's beautiful grassy surroundings, while an autumn breeze flew past. The soothing sound of leaves hitting each other was now no rarity, a brand new day stood up along with a golden sunrise. A metre away from the tree stood a squirrel, with dull brown fur hugging it like a thick warm winter jacket. It, with its tiny black eyes, watched as the tree slowly dropped its leaves, which changed their colour to yellow as they met the tall grass.
The last of green leaves desperately held on tight to the dry branches, as if down meant an end to everything. On one of them sat a caterpillar, very still. A sudden gust of wind blew off all the leaves, but one, which stayed as peaceful as the caterpillar right above it.
A sailor, he was, sailing across the sea of gale that seemed to be never ending. The grey clouds turned this glorious morning into dark hell. One litre, two litres, three and thirty litres of water poured out of them, which turned every other minute into a diamond.
The caterpillar though, was left untouched, watched as people ran in panic from left to right, right to left. An eerie silence hid inside the caterpillar's eyes, he wasn't enemy nor an ally. For it , time just flew by like a bird, that being everything that needed to ever happen.
Now, two meters away was the squirrel away away from the tree. And from meaningless stranger, was the squirrel a visitor for the caterpillar. Much like neighbours, they both sat together, a long time, just than no words, nor even any sounds were made.
Suddenly, a heavenly beam of light stuck out of the clouds, smiling upon a land and revealing an autumn afternoon.
The squirrel rushed down the tree, shaking up the branches, some just subtly, while other were left shaking for two seconds or three. Yet the caterpillar stayed on his leaf. The green field was covered by sweet as sugar light, a wasteland was now a place the best of dreams would be set in. Like so it stayed for a long time.
Long times have their ends too, though. A dark night had arrived, the caterpillar still on his leaf. You could feel that a raging storm would arrive, sounds of thunder roared across all the land, a new end begun. Very soon wind would have released it's hatred and would blow upon the land with no mercy. The nightmare has returned. This time much worse. The caterpillar just watched. That would not be for long, the lighting brutally hit the tree, leaving black wood scattered around the place and flames everywhere. That one little, poor leaf, slowly fell down, swing from left to right , touched the ground surrounded by flames. It was just one leaf , getting burnt, until a bit of black powder was left.
No caterpillars anywhere. Nowhere. Though a butterfly flew with with gorgeous colorful wings. Only one tiny caterpillar could win against the nature and its incredible power. He was a victor, a champion.
And so the storm ended.
