Flower and ladybird

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