I am a flower.
I wake up in the morning.
Iwake say hello to the sun.
~ I wake up and say hello to the sun.
Say hello to the grass next to me.
When I say hello people come to see me.
Peopl said I was beautiful.
~ People said I was beautifu
But I am not beautiful.
Because I have a lot of wound
~ Because I have a lot of wounds
Always been broken and trample...
~ Always been broken and trampled.
But I am happy. because I have my friends.
Now it's evening. I say goodnight to the moon and sleep.
It was a pleasant day.

-This is the poem I wrote.-