I exchanged all the little things
for monstrosities.
Can you believe me when I say;
I traded in the hills for mountains,
carved my face,
and moved on with my life?
Yet I gave up the forest for the thickets
because they were familiar to me.
And in the thicket,
I found my crown
of esteem and dreams.
Queen Of The Cattails,
they say as I stand
proud in the swamp.
Where no one can see my face,
but the frogs who turn to Kings.
They believed in me.
