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In redwood groves, where shadows cast their spell,
I tread through ferns in wetlands, green and still.
Among the leaves, a flash of scarlet scales—
The red-bellied salamander’s tale prevails.
Its form, so rare, in nature’s hush revealed.

Rhododendrons, blossoms peeking, glimmer in the forest shade,
Redwood giants, towering, whisper secrets, ancient laid.
Highway 20 snakes through shadows, coastal air a gentle guide,
Petals glowing, pink and purple, colors vivid, open wide.

Nature’s splendor intertwined, a canvas rich and deeply hued,
From the inland hills to seashore, where the waves in rhythm brood.
Morning mist upon the leaves, a diamond’s sparkle soft and light,
In the forest’s cool embrace, the flowers bask in dawn’s first light.

Traveler, behold the beauty, rhododendrons, redwoods tall,
Nature’s symphony in bloom, enchantment sings for one and all.

Through ancient woods where sunlight softly gleams,
I walk beneath the giants’ towering beams.
The whispering leaves and needles form a song,
As shadows dance and guide my steps along.
A rocky outcrop, nature’s fort, I find,
Where ferns cascade in green, their fronds aligned.
Like armored scales upon a dragon’s side,
They cling to stone where time and earth collide.
In quiet awe, I touch this living wall,
A testament to life, both grand and small.

In Noyo Harbor’s calm, where boats convene,
I row amidst the fleet, a tranquil scene.
The morning mist gives way to gentle light,
As seagulls cry and swoop in graceful flight.

The fishermen prepare for ocean’s yield,
Their nets and lines, the secrets they’ll reveal.
My oars dip soft in water’s mirror clear,
Each stroke a melody I love to hear.

Amongst the boats that tell of briny tales,
I find my peace, where salty air prevails.

Beneath the redwood’s shade, a trillium bloomed,
Its petals white, like winter’s early snow.
In hidden corners, beauty has assumed,
A fragile grace where giants gently grow.
Today, I found this secret, softly plumed.

Amid the waves and salty air, a dump,
Where glass was tossed and broken with a thump.
The jagged shards lay hidden in the sand,
A graveyard formed by careless human hand.
Yet time, with patience, smoothed each shattered edge,
Transforming trash along the rocky ledge.
Now sparkling gems of green and brown and blue
Adorn the shore, a sight for all to view.
From refuse came a beauty unforeseen,
Glass Beach now glows, a testament serene.

Beneath the tide, the pools reveal their life,
With anemones swaying in the sea,
Starfish cling to rocks where waves are rife,
Crabs scuttle, hiding from the gulls that flee,
On Mendocino’s shores, nature’s secrets lie.

Boletes under pines,
Noyo River whispers soft,
Nature’s silent song.

Otters frolic by the Noyo’s bend,
In redwoods tall, their joy extends.
Splash and dive, their sleek forms blend,
On mossy banks, their laughter rends.
Nature’s symphony, where wildness mends.

As rivers flow, the coho’s journey nears,
Their ancient path, through currents, trials, and fears.
With steadfast grace, they heed the call divine,
To spawn anew, their legacy enshrine.
In cycles endless, nature’s dance persists.