Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I Like to Watch the Ladybug

I like to watch the lady bug putting away her wings
Beneath her polka dot umbrella and such silly things






I like to see the bumble bee carrying heavy bags
Yellow sacks of pollen hanging from his sturdy legs





I like to watch the writing spider waiting for a fly
Wondering if his diary will record my passing by







I know I might sound simple as a child who needs no toy
But miracles have meanings in the things that I enjoy
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