Marbled White Butterfly

This is a Marbled White butterfly I found on a Greater Knapweed at Prairie de la Fa at 1000 m altitude.

Poem:

A butterfly is flying,
Up, not low,
It settles on a flower,
Down below.
It's smells with its antennae
And it starts to grow.

One time when I was in England, not very long ago, I went on a dragon boat with my grandma. My grandma is very nice and she's very clever too. We were pedalling away, under the bridge and in circles. We saw some Canada Geese.

Poem

Me on a boat,
Thinking if I'd like to vote.
I decided to talk about some strange book,
That I took
From my Dad who was fishing with a hook,
And the hook that my Dad was fishing with
Got took!