Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy pear tree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
Luscious scents tickle your nose
Odorous perfume, beautiful rose
Soft silky petals
Sharp thorns like pointy needles
Countless colors paint their blooms
Their dazzling beauty consumes
A great gift to please our eyes.
It is my belief that the world is beautiful so that we could have the pleasure of enjoying it. A flower is a testimony that the world is designed for our enjoyment.
Luscious scents tickle your nose
Odorous perfume, beautiful rose
Soft silky petals
Sharp thorns like pointy needles
Countless colors paint their blooms
Their dazzling beauty consumes
A great gift to please our eyes.
It is my belief that the world is beautiful so that we could have the pleasure of enjoying it. A flower is a testimony that the world is designed for our enjoyment.