I notice a yellow butterfly
Fluttering its wings wonderfully
And wandering around unknowingly

I noticed a group of pre-teens
Walking along the road of youth
their laughter is like the future hope

I notice the road is traffic
blaring horn, loud and smoky!
but soon the road cleared and loosened

I noticed the sky was blue,
but when I looked again it grew darker—
looks like it's going to rain.

I notice the wind blows
And shaking the hanging bulb;
but in momentarily.

I notice the...