Here’s a rose
living in the place where she’s always been
standing lightly with grass comforting her space
a soft sound echoing around her space
a soft gentle feeling
being there
and the rose is used to this grass knows the feeling that tends to be there
a relaxing feeling whispering lightly
and here lives a light ladybird in shades of red with little parts of the night
living like circles of the night on her fragile delicate space
ladybird also knows grass well
And sees the rose
a flower much taller than her
decides to say hello with her small nature and those little feet
wandering if rose can see her
both are quiet , silent
unable to speak and greet each other with words
they sit side by side with the grass
with the soft brush of a feeling before them
ladybird and rose
one sits small, walks slowly sometimes
as it’s a ladybirds way
and the rose stands tall
drifts in the breeze
wandering what it would be like to take a walk at all
both are different in their own way