Butterfly
By Nadia R
Published 17 September 2022
I fly in the sun, not in the rain.
I am an insect the colour of a lion's mane.
My wings are as soft as fluff.
I can fly so high I touch the sky.
That’s the end of my poem so goodbye.
Published 17 September 2022
I fly in the sun, not in the rain.
I am an insect the colour of a lion's mane.
My wings are as soft as fluff.
I can fly so high I touch the sky.
That’s the end of my poem so goodbye.