One May morning, on the damp ground of a distant woodland, nine cream-colored blossoms bloomed from an emerald, green plant with fresh dew sprinkled over as if someone had cried upon them. Each blossom was the shape of a small bell that drooped from its stems and gave the appearance of modest nuns dressed in ...

Waking moments often summonImages of brilliant color, andLoamy scents wafting in the breezeDay in and day out Floral hues decorate the sceneLaying out a painted pictureOpening hearts as it goesWarmth embracing us as we moveEnjoying the terrain laid outRoses and daffodilsSpring days are here