The Lady

The Lady

By:Nur Fitri

A lady sit in a chair

The chair made of root

The wind blew her hair

But the lady still read a book

Some people say she is an atheis

Cause every week she just doing vocation

But some people say she like an oasis

Cause they know who give them the donation

Some people say she is a parrot

But she know she is a lion

Some people say she smell like carrots

But she know she smell like carnations