Ladybugs dot the flower stem
And its radiant bloom
They flutter their wings now and then
And fly away too soon
The flower is left quivering
From the bugs that have flown
Like a child left shivering
In cold waters alone
Flying ladybugs circle the flower
Soon to land again
Its nectar they in love devour
Until washed away by rain
Either way the flower is content
Its roots are deep and strong
It cares not where the ladybugs went
Its centre will bloom on