A (titleless) poem. Thoughts?

Question

A single bloom within a field;

A caterpillar feeding.

It, heedless to the flower’s pleading,

Eats away its only shield.

A butterfly the worm becomes,

Of beauty equal to the flower;

But the tattered bloom succumbs

And no more offers sheltered bower.

But the butterfly can fly,

And lost within its transformation,

Soars, without a backward eye,

And leaves behind the devastation.

Answer 1

How often - to achieve a thing of beauty - a price has been paid. Well done ♥

Answer 2

sorry mate ...it doesn't scan

it needs some minor changes

I'm sure if you would read out loud

you d hear the awkward ranges

and just by moving round the words

or altering the phrases

it will become much better

and you will receive high praises..!.

Answer 3

One pointer, the top verse isn;t the same pattern as the last 2 x

The Power of Nature

Nature Flys Away

Belief In Butterfly

I honestly don't have a clue!

x*x

great poem

x*x

Answer 4

nice poem! good job:)

can u read mine?

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Answer 5

To put the first vers in line with the later...

Eating away its only sheild

A caterpillar feeding

On single bloom within the field

Despite the flowers pleading