A poem

Birds

Flying through the sky,
The wind brushes their feathers.
Up and up, so high,
Could life be better?
For a bird, sailing past the sun.
They land lightly on a tree,
When the day is finally done.

Homework

Why is homework given?
We just spent nine hours in school.
Why are the teachers driven?
Do they think it is cool?
They seem to enjoy our sadness.
Yet I don't understand.
They can't be doing it for their happiness.
I'd think it would not be grand,
To grade paper after paper,
Would it get quite annoying??
Homework is bad for the paper,
It is destroying,
The poor environment.

Butterfly

Alighting on a fragile flower,
It's delicate wings fluttering.
It's wings beat with a power,
That no human can start imagining.
The power of nature,
Is in every butterfly,
And any other wild creature.
This single butterfly,
Shows a large amount of beauty.
Landing on this single flower.