I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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| Photo by keith davey on Unsplash |
Flowers in the field
by Michelle AndersonNov 23, 2019
The flowers bloom sweet and luscious in the field
Enticing to the eyes and nostrils
Seductive, elusive, ephemeral
Drawing me in until I am lost
They comfort and soothe the soul with their beauty
The bee fights with the hummingbird
One seeks delicious nectar, one the bright pollen
And the flowers want to breed and multiply
We all want something from different
Can we not all have it all?
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| Flowers in the Field, by Olha Darchuk |
Field Of Flowers
by Shakes-spear
The warmth we feel from a field of flowers.
To sit in the sun and bask for hours
Ask not what the world has for me
Trys to live in tranquility
Spends her days in service to others
Treats friends as sisters and as brothers
Lends a hand when a hands in need
What ever it takes to help others susceed
Mother, grandmother and friend to all
Sholder to cry on for any who call
Passionate about, her faith and love
Always credit to God above
A rose in life, a daisy to me
A field of Lavender for all to see
For never could one flower explain
What she does again and again
A rock, but not really
Or a saint, that is silly
What is the best to describe her
Rolling fields filled with lavender!
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| Flowers of the field is a photograph by Diana Kraleva which was uploaded on January 23rd, 2013. |
Field Of Flowers
by Gabe Florsheim
Life is like a beautiful flower
Each day as unique
As each petal of each.
The stem ever lengthening
In a strenuous effort to reach the nurturing rays of the sun.
The roots ever deepening
To draw life from the earth.
The swaying fields ever entrancing
To the watchful eyes of youth.
Looking out over a field of wildflowers-
Each one an individual blossom
Slowly opening, revelaing to the world
It's true beauty
Petal by petal.
Step by step.
Each flower resembling its species
But, in truth, a rare individual.
No two are exactly alike
Some have thorns
Or rough edges
Others are spicy
Or sweet.
How hard it is to chose just one
To put a smile on your face.
One whos individuality touches your heart
And warms your soul
And stands out
In a field of flowers
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| https://www.deviantart.com/awjay/art/flowers-of-the-fields-135210295 |
O Flower!
by Sarthi
June 2009
O flower! Attired in pure natural innocence,
Thou are ignorant of thy enchanting aroma,
Unaware of thy Charm,
Dances freely with flirtious breeze,
Hardly cares about world's joy and sorrow,
Thou are neither selfish nor altruistic
Full of Self yet so Selfless!
I am fascinated by your tranquil disposition,
At dawn thou bath in sun's rays,
Flirt with colorful butterfly,
Fall a deep sleep in afternoon warmth.
Enjoy melodious sound of chirping birds
Thou lover, up there - the sky,
Gazes you with intense admiration,
He kisses you tenderly through his winds,
Thou spread thy fragrances in his arms,
He grows enamored of thy presence,
What a beautiful bond!
Thy fall comes - autumn arrives,
Still thou remain full of life as ever before,
Not worried; not shaken a bit
Simply falls, without uttering a
Single word to your lover to save you
from getting withered.
Thou unconditional acceptance is captivating,
O soft hearted beauty, thy passive life is
Exquisite treasure of green emotions.
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| Jonquil - a widely cultivated narcissus with clusters of small fragrant yellow flowers and cylindrical leaves, native to southern Europe and northeastern Africa. |
Nature's Way
by Alora M. Knight
April 2018
Is there anything as tranquil
As a brightly glowing jonquil
That stands in sweet serenity,
A part of nature's tapestry?
A flower that never questions why,
The rivers flow and birds will fly,
Content to fill part of the plan,
To beautify the world of man.
If we would only realize
We, too, can help to glorify,
To find within each passing day
A happiness along the way.
A loving hug or cheerful smile
Can help to make a life worthwhile.
If all would lend a helping hand,
We soon would have a world so grand.
Flowers Of The Field
The beautiful flowers of the field
Bright scented and cool
Gentle to the retina and
A romance to the heart
Five minutes around her
Therapy to the body, mind and spirit
Transcending imagination to a direction
And putting an order to mental disorder
Take your time and take a tour about her
Quietly look and admire her
Feel the relaxation of Mother Nature.
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by Ishan Malik
February 2006
Rambling down a cobbled pathway,
I stumbled upon a wild rose,
Deep garnet red,
Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,
Luminescent and innocently pretty,
A coy damsel oblivious of her beauty,
Fading away unadored and unsung,
Looking at me, she blushed
I stood love stung, adoring her,
Borrowed a steam bearing a bud
Planted her proudly in my garden,
Ever day, day after day,
I watched my rose break out of its chrysalis,
Groomed it with devout care,
Nurturing it with fertilizer,
Admiring it with every moment,
Watching it grown and come into full bloom,
Tall and elegant till it grew
And looked down on me!
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