In the little world, I have a little plant.
Everyday butterflies come to my little plant.
I wonder what it would like to be if I ride on a back of a butterfly.
I would land on the small moisturized clouds.
I would have a net and sweep out the war planes,
Make everyone happy; make guns disappear like magic into the thin air,
And most of all, stop the people from dying.
By: 11 year old kid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem