Half cup of tea

On a table nearby:

Sat a half cup of tea,

With streaming grey clouds,

It winked at me.

Flowers n butterflies were painted on it,

But i think the flowers were real,

With butterflies roaming just near,

It could be the entrance to the garden of tea.

The flowers were dancing to n fro,

The butterflies were flying,oh!so low,

And how i wished i was there,

But the cup just sat and winked at me.

By

Barirah