Wee, I can Fly. 

Do you think I could be a helicopter? 

NO?

Then what 

Am I ?

Down I go, Ker plunk!

I can not fly now.

I am not a    helicopter.

What 

         Am

              I?

The rain feels good upon me , 

It makes me feel so strong.

I think I may be a polly wog , a 

baby frog ?.....But then I could

be wrong.

It's getting very windy, I'm afraid I'll 

blow away.

I had better hold on tightly , but I 

haven't arms to stay.

Now  it's getting chilly, I'll snuggle in the grass, and rest until day break , when the sun comes out at last.

The sun is very hot today, as 

I sit here in the grass. I will 

drink the quenching dew drops left , from 

yesterdays night cast.

Today a bird came up to me , he thought I was 

a seed. "Oh please dont eat me then" I said . Let me grow up, and see what I may be.

NOw that I have grown , I am taller than the grass. I still don't know what I will be.... Can you guess at last?