To exalt your self esteem,
It’s not yours, not mine, not ours
Doesn’t matter if every one lours.
The one that can take possession,
One that we thought made a cession,
The great all mighty noble owner,
By all means a bit of loner,
It’s nature in case you couldn’t tell.
May be you’ve forgotten but well.
After spring blossoms the roses,
After winter grows the mimosas.
So you can say that’s nature’s play,
With the thieves which happens to be us.
If we take once washers,
She likes to make a fuss.
Eda BATMAN,TÜRKİYE