A ladybug landed on my knee
as I sat alone in a meadow
awaiting the rain.
With its tiny head cocked
and a trust in my silence
it seemed to ask,
"Do you think I am beautiful?"
But all I could do
was look away
and wonder what stories
my face was telling.
as I sat alone in a meadow
awaiting the rain.
With its tiny head cocked
and a trust in my silence
it seemed to ask,
"Do you think I am beautiful?"
But all I could do
was look away
and wonder what stories
my face was telling.