Tiny legs scurry across your hand, eight eyes twinkling. A spider you found, held out with a proud grin. Butterflies are more my jam, but hey, you’re excited!
“No worries,” I say, trying to muster a smile. No need to rescue me from this fuzzy friend. It’s part of the incredible world, right?
You show me a beetle next, its shell gleaming like polished chocolate. We kneel down for a closer look, you sharing all you know about these little explorers. Ladybugs, bees that hum, all these “creepy crawlies” play a part.
This big world is full of surprises, a treasure trove for curious minds. There’s so much to learn, so much to discover together. We watch them crawl, free and happy, doing their tiny bug things.
But deep down, there’s a secret shiver, a tiny voice I try to ignore. It’s okay, it’s okay, I tell myself. Your excitement is way cooler than my hidden fear.
Let’s build a bug house! A cozy little hotel for all these fascinating creatures. Twigs and leaves, the perfect spot for beetles to rest and spiders to chase those pesky flies. They’re like nature’s pest patrol, keeping our garden bite-free.
We’ll learn their names, their jobs, these little helpers buzzing and crawling around. So next time you find a friend that looks a little different, with more legs than usual, I’ll take a deep breath and pretend to be brave. After all, your love for nature is a treasure worth facing any tiny fear.
I’ll remember your poem the next time I encounter the ants on the counter, the spider hanging from the ceiling, and the mosquitoes biting
Again !! Wow.
Thank you for sharing.
So beautiful! I love it!