In a meadow fair, where nature danced,
There lived a girl, her spirit entranced.
Amongst the blossoms, she roamed at will,
A radiant heart, untouched by ill.
Her laughter echoed through the whispering trees,
As sunshine kissed her skin with gentle ease.
A child of wonder, with eyes so bright,
She found enchantment in the softest light.
One day, in that realm of floral delight,
She encountered a bug, a curious sight.
Tiny wings shimmered, delicate and fine,
A creature so small, but with a presence divine.
The bug approached, with grace untamed,
And in its gaze, wisdom untamed.
With a gentle touch, it perched on her hand,
A moment suspended, like a silken strand.
The girl marveled at its intricate design,
The wonders of nature, are so grand and benign.
She whispered softly, a secret to share,
With this humble bug, so fragile and rare.
“Tell me, dear friend, what worlds do you see?
Do flowers speak, as they sway in the breeze?
Do you dance with the stars, in the twilight’s embrace?
Or witness the moon’s glowing celestial grace?”
The bug, in silence, bestowed no reply,
But its presence spoke volumes, as time slipped by.
It fluttered away, on fragile wings so fleet,
Yet left a whisper of magic at her feet.
From that day forward, the girl held a dream,
To cherish the beauty in every sunbeam.
For the bug had taught her, in its wordless way,
That even the tiniest life can have much to say.
In each dewdrop glistening on a petal’s rim,
She found a symphony, a melodious hymn.
And though the bug was gone, it left a trace,
A bond between souls, woven through time and space.
So, in meadows fair, where nature dances still,
You might find the girl, embracing her will.
With an open heart, she seeks the unseen,
Finding kinship in the smallest of beings.
For she knows the bug’s lesson, forever to keep,
That even in the humblest form, love runs deep.
And in the harmony of their delicate blend,
A girl and a bug find a timeless friend.