METAMORPHOSIS


As joy surpasses pain
We are so filled of beauty
And of treasures yet unseen
By the common eye, that
We kinda float up in the air
On a cloud or with the wind...
We burst out of fulfillment
But can never imagine
That the best is yet to come...
We can be slightly confused
With a tree or with a rock
Cuz love can be easily turned into love
For at the beginning God made us all out of it.