The colors, the grace, the freedom.
Butterflies fly everywhere.
In the air, in the trees, on the ground, also in the pit of your stomach.
They make you feel excitment, scared or nervous, and free.
These flying insects are just like us.
They come in all different shapes and sizes, and colors.
The one thing that they have and m,ost of us don't, is freedom.
They fly up in the clouds, or over our heads, and we have gravity keeping us down.
We can't fly or soar or go where we please.
Humans have to stay on the earths ground.
We can't go where we want whenever we want and we can't even soar in the sky.
Sometimes i wish i were a butterfly.
Please tell me what you think
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i liked that last rhyming part
We can't go where we want whenever we want and we can't even soar in the sky.
Sometimes I wish I were a butterfly.
what i'd like to know is what they do, how a butterfly soars and what nots and how sos.. i just didnt get enough of a visual with this poem, even though it was really good
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