Butterfly

by Divya R. J/
(Adgaon darade, Maharashtra, India)

BUTTERFLY

Butterfly, butterfly, fly so high,
Wings are pretty, like the sky.
You sit on flowers, red and blue,
I like to watch you — yes, I do!

Butterfly, you go here and there,
Flying easy through the air.
Your wings go up, your wings go down,
You fly above the trees and town.

I want to fly like you one day,
Over trees and far away.
But now I jump and run around,
And watch you fly without a sound.