The Angel of the Cocoon

You are chasing among the flowers
Waiting for honey for you to suction
Berterbangan with inherent color
You are the perfect flower of the flower

Butterfly,
in your color you become pre-symbol
From a struggle full of waiting
You are an angel
From the cocoons that cling to the trees

Butterfly
You are a changed caterpillar
Though hatred looks at you
But you turn it into love

The gift of your beauty
Proof of perfection
He is the most beautiful God
With all your beauty..!