Fifth Grade Poetry

I wrote this poem in 5th grade.


Pink Breeze (sounds like a walgreen's brand perfume. sorry.)

Pretty pink trees grow
Butterflies spread their blue wings
The warm breeze tickles.

Here's a metaphor I wrote in 5th grade.


The stars were diamonds glimmering bright.


I wish I was in 5th grade again. I want to be pure like my 5th grade self.