Haileigh S.

I Am a Flower

I am a flower.

I wonder why kids are always picking me.

I hear the gentle breeze blowing.

I see the trees swaying.

I want to let my petals fly.

I am going to be the prettiest flower in the garden.

I pretend I am the most beautiful.

I feel so colorful and happy.

I touch the soft, smooth grass.

I understand why I have to be outside.

I say, ‘’I am the only flower this beautiful.’’

I dream to be my own flower.