Pretty Little Ladybug
by sloanranger
My pretty little ladybug, I see you on the fly,
and thank my lucky stars every time that you go by.
My garden just adores you, it waits for you till spring -
my roses do implore you - they long to see your wings.
I try and plant the flowers, the ones you most desire,
then await spring showers - your visits to acquire.
Pretty little ladybugs, always bright and gay –
I'll know that spring has come, when you fly by one day.
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Small Things
PoetrySmall Things - There is a world of small things out there - on the earth, in the universe and in our lives. This group will try to address some of them. The idea for this collection came from the unparalleled poet and my friend, @seasofme and her...
