Peace is a Butterfly

Peace is a Butterfly
Traveling all over the world,
Never harming anything,
Spreading her endless happiness.

Her tiny wings fluttering,
So fragile, so delicate.

She opened up my heart and left something beautiful.

But then she falls,
Her wings breaking,
The world's problems too heavy for her dainty wings.

But nobody notices and the war roars on.

My name is Alice. I am eleven years old. I come from Sweden, I was born there and lived there for three years, then we moved to India because we wanted to see the world and explore new things. Then China and after that we moved to Moscow and we are still living there.

Alice Edstrom
Anglo-American School
6th Grade
Moscow
Russia