Ladybug

The ladybug flew away one day.
Hovering low,
Beating her wings,
Searching a flower,
That is sweet and sour.
Getting a chance to taste
It's sweet and sourly nectar
That makes her better,
And stronger to fly
A little higher from the ground.

Flying high in a marmalade sky,
Searching the flower of power,
Giving up hope,
Being a dope,
Going berserk.

So came to be that night touched the sky.
The tired ladybug inflamed with desire,
Touched the wrong flower
And soon her petty quest,
Turned in to a fest of remorse.

O poor ladybug,
The cricket then said.
How can it be?
That a ladybug such as yourself,
Can fall so far from her wits,
To mistake the flower of power,
The flower of bliss,
With the petty kiss of the sunflower?

And then,
Some magic filled the air.
The red of her back,
Turned in to the color,
Of the bitter sour,
Sunflower.