The trees are a shield, protecting wildflowers.

There are very few soft, ombre petals left.

Golden sun reflects on the surface of the water,

Everything is still.

Citrus scents are calming and comfortable,

Thanks to those gorgeous fallen stars.

Small naïve fish swim from below, to surface,

Oblivious to anything and everything above.

The precious, precious swamp,

Won’t be there for much longer.