Life Down Below

I am a lady bug.

I am red and black, with spots.

I slowly crawl among the huge blades of grass as they begin to slit me, similar to a seas of knives. They seem as if they are cutting me into diminutive pieces. I feel the smooth yet uneven earth beneath my feet. It pulls on me. I try to fly free, but there is no room for my wings to expand as the sea of emerald knives enclose on me, equal to an enormous wave, trapping me in a cage. Struggling much, I still can't break free. Until ... a large, funny looking creature breaks my cage as it trudges through the sea struggle free. Then I take flight.
I'm free, at last. Free to explore the lively world above. Free to fly into the gold radiant rays of sunshine. Free to fly onto the leafs with the refreshing morning dew placed neatly on them. I fly all around, going higher and higher. Spinning in circles as I feel the cool crisp breeze beneath my wings.

I am scarlet red with blotches of midnight black.

I am a ladybug.

-Savannah Frank