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.
