The Flower

Ladybugs dot the flower stem
And its radiant bloom
They flutter their wings now and then
And fly away too soon

The flower is left quivering
From the bugs that have flown
Like a child left shivering
In cold waters alone

Flying ladybugs circle the flower
Soon to land again
Its nectar they in love devour
Until washed away by rain

Either way the flower is content
Its roots are deep and strong
It cares not where the ladybugs went
Its centre will bloom on

Evening

All the stars are shooting

The sky is lines of light

Darkness is replacing

The twinkles in the night

 

The moon is oh so lonely

The stars have leap away

It will be one and only

Til the sun comes out to play