Disneyland

Eight years old with piggy tails squealing with delight
When her daddy said with glee we are going to Disneyland on an aeroplane flight
There it was high and mighty looming in the distance
White, cold, hard, staring down at them all and showing off
Crowds flocked on excitement was in the air
Waving bye to the dreary rain and greeting this majestic machine
She rushed for the window seat of course, as every child does
The small banshees were heard wailing, women gossiping, and those not here by choice in their suits had earphones plugged in
She did not sleep nor did she bore of looking down below at the ant like world
When she is free of the classrooms, diploma in her hands, she will live her life sailing up above
The graceful bird landed after quarter a day, and to her dismay off they climbed into the blistering heat of the sun
Florida was a hive buzzing with rushed bees, hard expressions each in the same likeness
The car journey was a blink of an eye, almost like light
Then the hotel marbled like a palace, a huge thrown of a fountain the heart of the entrance, and filling it with pride
Red and black, small and cute, the fluttering wings stop and the ladybird slowly drops to the ground
And the so do the tears