Heaven becomes earth instead.

Ladybug, why do you rest on my hand?

Come, let's travel to a distant land,

On my knuckles you may climb the Alps,

In my palm you may stride Mongolian steppes.

I can be like God if you wish,

For you I can turn the world on its head,

And with a simple twist of my wrist,

The heavens become earth instead.

For turning my hand into god to you I bow,

Ladybug, who is it you will fly to now?

I smile as you fly away from me where I stand,

Wondering what of the world you shall see on their hands.