The writhing antics, seemingly impossible to control, from such a basic animal as an anemone, are, in my eyes, a natural mystery. This is my Purple Anemone. There` a few flowers & ferns over on Planet Earth. Have a great day.
Falling water stopped in flight, then slowly flutters to alight. In doing so, it paints our place, our planet, seen in white, from space Slowly changes in seasons slow To browns then greens and flowered glow This strange liquid, a natural show, Is jeweled starlight we call snow