I wandered with my dogs beneath the sky,

through green preserve and whispering pine.

A Florida lubber caught my eye—

its armor gleamed in wild design.

I paused, though others might just pass,

held by the colors bold and bright.

Is it strange to marvel in the grass?

To me, it felt purely right.

Some say I’m odd, a little strange,

to linger long on things that crawl.

But nature’s magic needs no change—

I find great joy in what is small.