She scours the forest for hours looking for flowers
Rains showers won’t dissuade this escapade
In verdant glade she knows something grows
Here she tiptoes carefully between shades of green
Looking for something bright in the light that might
Delight, whites abound purples astound
No one’s around to reveal her zeal
She’ll keep seeking, fascination piquing.
Field guide in hand, walking the land to understand
Firsthand, to embrace her place
In this space. From ants to plants
It all enchants, but her reflection is on connection
Finally she spots unfamiliar flowers that dot woodlot
But cannot put name to same
Without shame she opens the guide, stooping beside
New flower trailside, knowledge expanding with understanding.