Orange and black and sometimes spots is what a butterfly is.
First a caterpillar, then a butterfly, that's how it is.
Red, yellow, orange, black, and white.
Wings soft as petals while in flight.
As grace to a swan, it dances in the air.
Dances here, dances there, dances everywhere.
To be free as a butterfly, to fly in the air.
Oh how I wish I could be there.
Tasha, Mtn. Grove, Missouri,2nd Grade