“I know of a meadow, a whimsical snow globe of spring...”
Flying is just regular stuff for a butterfly!
Rain falls from a cloudy gray sky. Bits of sun break through,
The flower stem is bent, leaning from all the dew drops.
The secrets the meadow reveal.
Wanted to write again but needed to lean - on structure - and on a dear friend. (Pictures by me)
@stadarooni, here we go!
When seasons are on a downward spiral. And life seems vile.
We have to listen to the perseverance of nature!
Walking in a meadow. Tall grasses golden brown.
let me know your thoughts!