I would like to have a day where people are butterflies in many colors..red, purple, yellow, green, blue. The sun should shine too, a light wind takes off the heat from the sun. Nobody is grumpy or mean, because butterflies can’t talk. To communicate we look at each other-and we know what the other butterfly wanted to say. there are no words, because words can hurt. Our shelter are the flowers and trees. Nobody has to be without one, because there is enough throughout the world. No violence, because we’re all strong and fair, all the same. After the sun went down, there are no colors you can see, because the light went off. But in our dreams, the world lights up again, in our memories are pictures of the beauty of life. The sun rises again and everybody is back in their human life. But the world has changed. Our pictures are still there-up here in our minds.