Ms. Murray 5th/6th Grade
Butterflies are free
They fly all over the world
With joy on they’re wings
The championships
Are like achievements in life
That you’re dreamed of here
Trees get cut daily
Your lovely branches falling
Falling endlessly
My heart is the moon
I’m always forgotten, and
Forever alone
This wind is silent
No more “whoosh” nor “swish” this time
I just get nothing
Anger is like fire
It’s fuel to a great danger
You must control it