By: Olivia T.

Poems about anything....

The Monarch

She flutters, flitters, and flaps, spreading her painted magenta & blue wings,she flies above us,flying of into the fiery sunset. Olivia T.

The Bird

He flies round our heads, chirping up in the treetops, he hears a gun pop, and he falls to the ground with a plop. Olivia T.


How so quiet? Why so quiet? No sound to be made, for miles 'round, except for the dogs across the street, barking from the pound. Olivia T.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

- Mahatma Gandhi