When I was young, Now I am

When I was young I was as sensitive as a feather
Skinner than a brach from a huge tree,
As fierce as a stinging bee,
And louder than a trumpet.

Now I am wiser than an old oak tree,
Sensible like a beautiful Butterfly,
Smoother than a gentle Ocean.
As brave as a soldier.

when i was young

when i was young it was so amazing and strange
I remember spain in the feaista season
i cant rememeber the truth but its strange
Iremember the spainish food seasoning
no i am ten i dont visit spain to arrange
I have a reason to grow and to season
now some of my friends moved to leyton grange
i have never ever moved to grow an d watch the seasons