I am the moth which exits the cocoon;
the bird that take flight from the egg;
the diamond birthed from ash.
I'd burn but my skin is supple,
I'd shed skin but my muscles contract,
I'd step out but my blood is precious.
The cloud surrounds my existence—
wrapping me in pillow softness.
Winter's kisses land on me—
drizzling me with fluffy white.
Springs droplets splashes on me—
protecting me from premature creases.
I am the pearl which sits in the shell;
the youth encased in the old;
the coin secure among the treasury.
~ A sane poet
