A silver trail was left behind

It shimmered in the sun

No sign of its maker,

Only a clue.

I curiously followed the trail,

Before me was an agapanthus,

Bearing beautiful umbels of blue

And succulent long green leaves.

I parted them in search of

The mysterious creator.

Deep within the plant I found,

Asleep and securely attached,

A snail,

The architect of the silver trail.