lady bug

 

A sound of a drop of water
Falling headlong the stone wall
Splash
Debris and whatnot
Scattered about
A tiny boat made of leaves and dew
A tiny ladybug onboard
On her way to the waterfall
Whereby you become one with the breeze
The faint sentience that breathes beyond the surface
The waterfall
Groans moreso than roars
And she approaches
The waterway tunnel is dark
Slivers of light fall in
As if snatched away
Lady Bug clutches her imaginary pearls
As her tiny tugboat of tiny proportions
Crests the final section
She closes her compound eyes

And falls