AN: I wrote this when I was depressed in sixth grade because I didn't have many friends. You can tell I was young when I wrote it.

Lily Pad

Lily pad Home to frogs Dragonflies Water bugs See them hop Watch them swim Showing all The life within Whirligigs Cicadas too Whirling twirling Fly to you The sun is setting Growing dark The cricket chirps Hear him - hark You take your insect Friends inside In your petals Where they hide The frog then hops Onto your green He is tired That' s easily seen Your friends turn in For the night Gone is almost All the light You are lucky Lily pad You have so Many friends You will never Be sad