Popplet Bridges strength and weakness

Bird of Paradise.

                          poem-  Bird of paradise

The gentle colours blend with the moist vibrant hook, the curved beak reminds me of a shark. The delicate stalk is smooth and straight with a bright blend. The mixture of colours brings light into the world. It stands tall with pride and definitely stands out. The pattern is stunning and elegant, it is better than most plants.

Bike

                           Bicycle


When I was little I had to learn how to ride my bike. My dad had to teach me, but why should I try when cant even swim.

I struggle to get on my bike, since I was so small my legs could barely touch the pedals. I start to move. I swerve to one side, then the other. My hands start trembling with fear. I drag my feet on the ground to stop me as I am about to crash. My dad encourages me to keep going. But as usual I just stand there and say ¨I can´t do it.¨