When I was an infant,
I had a little long tail.
My body was transparent,
With pure flowing blood.

As I grew up,
I doffed my tail.
My skin wrapped me as green and dark,
My heart you could not see through.

In my childhood,
Only water was my place.
I was quiet and happy,
Though a little place I could have.
But I was shaped up,
Turned as greedy and proud.
Hopping in water and on land.
Yet in heart I only had myself,
I boasted as I had the whole world.
My skin wasn’t transparent,
So was my heart.
I was fairly a frog,
Lost in the involute world.