As the Nature changing its season
I emerge like a butterfly
When cocoon is no longer a prison,
Wings will grow and I will fly.
Wind of change blowing fierce with its power,
Lift me higher like an air balloon.
My heart opens like a bud of a flower,
When its ready to love and to bloom
Like an alchemist turn lead into fine gold,
I will find the sweetness in pain.
And when I turn my tears to diamonds
I will have the riches of men.
By Nattalia Estar