A little bug sneaks past the window
Completely unseen and completely unheard.
A bug so small can barely be detected,
a bug so tiny it will never be noticed.

But the bug lands on a flower,
which was previously undisturbed.
A beautiful flower it is -
Colours brilliant and bright.

The flower seems unharmed,
facing towards the shining sun.
Little does it know,
it's own death has begun.

The small bug leaves -
Flies away with the blink of an eye.
The Flower faces down now,
Pretending not to cry.