Butterfly
“What is wrong with me? Is my stomach ill?” asked the butterfly . Inside you, my lovely butterfly, there is a small village named Moon. In this village many years ago there was a little girl with big blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her name was Selena. Every morning she went on the shore of the largest lake to say her poem: Im small girl Normal girl Not too poor Dont have pearls. And this normal life Doesnt give me love Then she watched her image on the lakes crystal water and if it didnt tremble she was beginning to cry. Selena wanted something new every day: a new face, a new shape on the lakes surface, a new sky, but everything remained the same. One day after she had said her poem the wind began blow so strong in her face that Selena fell down on her back. The water started to overwhelm her body. Her image in the water and