A creature so small and innocent.
Whose wings are delicate but beautiful.
A creature who flutters its wings in the wind.
Whose presence makes people smile.
A tiny creature, yes indeed.
Who’s often found in the spring.
A creature that appears all around.
Who’s easily found.
A creature that can bring so much joy.
Who started from a small cocoon.
A creature who is surely beautiful.
Who makes the world a brighter place.
A creature that is surely known.
Whose wings may sparkle as they are shown.
A creature with much delight.
Who spreads its wings and takes to flight.
A creature that is magnificent.
Whose beauty is always different.
A creature who has many varieties.
Whose body goes through a big change.
A creature who started as a caterpillar.
Who transferred from a cocoon that matters.
A creature that stuns us to say, “My, oh, my.”
Who we can call a butterfly.

I’m only 7 years old can you look at my poem’s search
for I want a gold fish, Don’t hug me I love my sister,
I love poems and my last on My dream.
can you write a comment when you look at them I love
your poem!
There is one more cat’s always run up trees