Loop Frog

In the pond again, 

Maybe one day things will change

My green bellied friend. 

Peace: A Collection

Between the leaves green,

A butterfly dances so,

And rests upon one. 

 

The dragonflies mate

Scales of blue, blur of their wings

A partner at last. 

 

Progress is slow for

One with a shell to hide in,

But, content is he. 

 

Blades sway back and forth, 

The breeze flows and lies them down;

Grass so soft and low.

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