A Mountain Speaks

O little, pretty ladybird,

now I can understand.

I am a ladybird, like you,

on lady Nature’s hand.

I’m just part of your scenery;

you’re the star of the show;

a setting for the story

of a Ladybird hero.

I am just a pink background

to a portrait, black and red.

That is how you must see me

in your small ladybird head.

And lady, I don’t blame you

for that narrow point of view

but I am not a pink mountain,

I’m a person, just like you.