A little lotus
By Saima S
The breeze tickles my face,
As the waves look up at the sun,
There stands a little lotus,
It was me!
It was me!
It was me!
I fly when the kids play,
But sleep when the bats run,
I always have fun,
This is me!
The breeze tickles my face,
As the waves look up at the sun,
There stands a little lotus,
It was me!
It was me!
It was me!
I fly when the kids play,
But sleep when the bats run,
I always have fun,
This is me!