
All the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves
Virginia Woolf
Deep in their roots all flowers keep the light.
Theodore Roethke
Today I saw the dragonfly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Where flowers bloom, so does hope. – Lady Bird Johnson