One day, a little girl named Lily found a dead bug. She felt sad for the bug. Lily wanted to do something nice for it. She thought, "I will write a poem for the bug!"
Lily sat under a tree and started to write her poem. She thought about how the bug would spring and play when it was alive. Lily smiled and finished her poem. She read it out loud, "Little bug, you used to spring, now you rest with a wing. I hope you fly high, up in the sky."
Lily's friend, Tim, heard her poem and came over. He said, "That's a nice poem, Lily. I like how you talked about the bug springing and playing." Lily smiled and said, "Thank you, Tim. I wanted to do something nice for the bug." They both looked at the dead bug and felt happy that they could remember it with a beautiful poem.
