I'm here, I'm right here,
Waiting for my time to blossom.
Will the sun caress me with it's light?
Or will the clouds sprinkle love on me with it's droplets?

I'm here, I'm right here,
Waiting to open myself to the world.
Will they accept my beauty as natural as it is?
Or will they compare me to the flower next to me?

I'm here, I'm right here,
Waiting to give my smell to the world.
Will they love me as I'm, no matter from where I belong?
Or will they try to pluck me and put me somewhere, thus losing my home?

I'm here, I'm right here,
Waiting to see the world.
Can I give happiness and hope to the world the way I'm?
Or should I be worried about my future?
                    -JMJ