Once a butterfly was hungry,

It flew and sat on a tree.

The trees were laden with fruits and flowers,

It sucked nectar for hours and hours.

When the butterfly was satisfied,

It took a leap and flew to the sky.

A strong wind blew from the mountain,

Its tender wings fluttered with pain.

It somehow managed to escape,

But its wings were in bad shape.

The butterfly was again hungry and weary,

When it reached a flower, it became very merry.

By: Sanvi Patnaik