Question

It was an early morning, a morning so peaceful,

The kind of morning that was inviting me with a warm arm.

So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,

Sitting and enjoying the best of what nature could bring.

Getting up from my chair, I thought I'd take a walk,

Then there was a bee that suddenly came to me for a talk.

There was a kind of music as the bee moved its wing,

Music so perfect that no one could ever sing.

Walking little further, I saw a butterfly,

Which was dancing among the flowers and then flying high.

My morning hour in the garden was very well spent,

And now I know what beauty and music really meant!!

1.What's the best title for the poem?

A.A Wonderful Morning B.Lovely Music C.Warm Spring D.Sweet Flowers

2.How does the writer probably feel?

A.Asleep. B.Lonely. C.Worried. D.Happy.

Answer 1