Under the strong, rough bark lives a snail

The Mitchell’s Rainforest Snail

Black and slimy with a spiral shell

It moves slowly slithering on the ground

Leaving a trail of slime

 

Shell looks like a beehive

No buzzing at all

I sit on a hard rock

Smell the fresh eucalyptus leaves

Tiny raindrops fall on my face

The little snail crawls onto my head

I am frozen but not scared

I sit until the storm passes

I feel hope