
Sunset show begins;
we’re all going away
as far as we can.

Sunset show begins;
we’re all going away
as far as we can.

I am a beetle
trawling to a friendly hand;
lets me down gently.

Puts herself out there;
who will cheer the lone flower,
tell her she is brave?

Sadly, head hung low,
outgrown by competition,
lamp post turns away.