Along a path I hurried forth
And glimpsed at nameless passers-by.
My hand, stretched out to touch, did glide
Through hedges flowing by my side.
My fingers weaved through leaf and twig
With greetings from the fresh morn dew:
A thrill to feel its every drop-
When suddenly I came to stop.
More timely could I not have paused
And turned to watch my tangled hand,
As on my arm, I noticed odd,
A tiny gift from none but God.
It moved easily, undisturbed,
With fragile feet it felt and then
Placed careful steps without a sound
And curled its little tail around.
Its one eye fixed upon a bug
The other darted here then there.
Alive, harmless, danger-prone,
Its colours blended with my own
In exchange for having mercy,
This small creature showed me beauty,
Hidden from the unaware,
Is present almost everywhere.
Kaneelsuiker 
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Thomas Gray, “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” (1751), lns. 53-56
Eish wena! Daai deng…. Hy maak my tone krul van gril!
AG, jy joke! Dis die cuteste dingetjie! 😀
Oeeee…. Ek vat jou woord daarvoor! 🙄
🙂 hy’s pragtig. nogal ‘n grote? wat het jy toe met hom gemaak?
Ek het hom weer in die bossies gesit waar ek hom gekry het 🙂 Ek kyk nou uit vir hulle en het nog 3 vanjaar gesien oppad klas toe.
Dis oulike goedjies, maar ek sal ook gril as dit so op my moet loop. Se^ nou die ding byt my?
Hahahaha! Nee, ou. Hulle byt glad nie. Die ergste wat hulle kan doen is om jou te lek. 😆