We were wandering through a coastal wetlands on a spring bird walk. We were looking for migrators which had stopped on the island to rest and refuel on their way north. By chance while walking along, a spot of yellow happened to catch my eye. I looked down, and tucked in the grasses was this lovely spring flower with every petal perfect. Nature at its best.
The afternoon shower has passed.
The raindrops are gone, and
The pond is smooth again.
Lily pads and blossoms sparkle and glisten.
Listen.
Listen and hear the frogs sing. — Don Simmons
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