In remembrance of all the plants that could have been part of the planted jungle tank dream, but have past to the next life.
To the java moss that was meant cling and cover the driftwood, only to disappear tiny sprig by tiny sprig,
to the moneywort that was meant to provide entertainment and cover for the frogs only that slowly melt into nothingness,
to the duckweed that was just gone one morning never to return,
to the Indian ferns that floated away into the great beyond stem by stem,
to the banana plants that returned to the substrate to nourish the the brown sludge along the bottom of the tank,
to the velvet green algae that once covered my rocks and wood only to leave me once my love for you developed,
to the hair algae that use to gently wave at me from within the current of the filters providing beautiful green movement,
and finally to the last of my black beard algae that would fringe the rocks and wave like graceful anemones as the fish swam around you,
You will be missed, but I will continue forward until I find the plant(s) that was meant for me.