American Bahar Haste is 10 years old and in Year 5 at the British School of Beijing.
From my window to the trees,
As they fluttered through the breeze,
I could hear their tiny wings,
As they slid and sped through things,
My butterflies were dancing.
They’d swing, swing, and push tight,
Under the moon of the beautiful night,
They’d sing about the sun,
And all about just having fun,
My butterflies were twirling.
With a spin and then a flap,
They would leave and I would clap,
The snow would sprinkle on the lawn,
Until at last they were all gone,
My butterflies were flying away.