**The Curious Caterpillar and the Wise Old Tree** In a lush, green meadow lived a curious little caterpillar named Clover. Clover loved exploring, and every day she would crawl through the tall grass, meeting new insects and discovering new plants. But there was one thing Clover wanted more than anything: to touch the sky. One day, Clover came across a grand, towering oak tree. Its branches seemed to stretch all the way up to the clouds. "Wow!" Clover exclaimed. "You must be so wise, old tree. Can you tell me how to touch the sky?" The old tree chuckled softly, its leaves rustling in the wind. "Little caterpillar, the sky is far too high for one so small. But patience, young one. Your time will come." Clover was confused. "Patience? What does that mean?" "It means waiting and trusting that good things will happen when the time is right," said the wise oak. Clover nodded, though she didn’t really understand. She wanted to fly now! But every day, she visited the tree, asking more