Im gonna say that it’s either the first one or the last one.
Answer:
I do not see any answer choices, so I hope this helps.
Explanation:
This poem is about a crisis of faith. Science is taking over and therefore, it seems to be replacing "faith". The belief in the world of faith and religion is slipping away and it is going out like the tide does in the ocean/sea. I read up on this some more and found it interesting that Matthew Arnold literally was able to stand and look at the straits of Dover on the English Channel.
Cool beans.
The central idea is the value one may have
Dear Diary,
I'M A BUTTERFLY! Can you believe it? I just woke up this morning on my bed, but I felt shorter. I was laying on my pillow, with everything seemingly giant to me. I tried to get up, since I was laying on my back, but I felt something hurt. Something big, as if attached to my back. I turn around and see these beautiful butterfly wings! They were so blue and had black markings. I look out the window and see so many colors! I noticed that there are some colors I couldn't see, and I noticed so many movements of the leaves in the wind or a passing bird.
I somehow managed to get up without hurting my wings and saw this nozzle thing instead of my mouth. Then, my little sister barged into my room. She yelled, "EMILY!! EMILY!! MOM TELLS YOU TO GET ME TH--" She stops short when she notices me. She dashes over to me just as I realize that she might capture me. She gasped and tried to snatch me but I stumble-flew away. It was a wonderful, new experience.
I flew out of my room and into the kitchen, which always had the window open. My sister yelled out for me to come back but I flew away. The outside was indeed pretty. I stayed all day exploring and sucking nectar from flowers. I even had to make a daring escape from a bird! I soon returned home to see that my mom was very worried about me. I returned to my room and slept, wondering if tomorrow, I'll still be a butterfly. Life as a butterfly is so carefree and so full of freedom! Sure, my mom will worry for me, but I'm better off as a butterfly rather than a human. At least I don't have a little sister to annoy me.
Love, Emily
PS, I have no idea how I wrote this.
You can change any part of it, or add or delete parts of it, all up to you! I hope this helps! Good luck!
I would say the third one. <span>Winter paints a masterpiece with stars of ice that float like feathers to a frozen canvas.</span>