Deep in a dark moist forest, it lives where the mossy things grow.
It needs rain…
it needs time…
a little bit of quiet…
and a secret spot to sprout.
Hiding in a crevasse, surrounded by lush green carpet,
it tries not to call attention to itself.
But its beauty gave it away…
I had to bend down to see what lives where the mossy things grow
and my breath it somehow stole.
I love moss and mushrooms, wonderful painting and poem!!
Thank you Jen! 🙂
loxe it; there is a texture to the colours … and they call to me
Thanks Gene! 🙂
Lovely little treasures! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and art.
Thank you so much Michelle! 🙂