A Walk After a Rainstorm

a snail lounging at the side of a road
watched the cars as off they strode 
they zoomed so fast  
and on by went past
not pausing to visit the snail's abode 

bold purple pompoms 
an attractive advertisement
for a butterfly's buffet 

when a tree lost its beloved branch
it feared it couldn't hold another finch 
until a kind mushroom
said it could go bloom 
into a spot for birds their energy to quench
 

after the rainstorm 
clouds break, golden sunshine beams
emerald corn stalks glow 

the creek slowly meanders along 
its ripples humming a quiet song
the grass on its bank 
grown lush, says thanks
both smile, confident and strong