“A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies.”
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“Spring would not be spring without bird songs.”
– Francis M. Chapman
“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.
Aaron Rose
He rocks in the treetops all day long
Hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song
All the little birds on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweetRockin’ robin, (tweet-tweet-tweet)
Rock-rock-rockin’ robin’ (tweet-tweedilly-tweet)
Go rockin’ robin ’cause we’re really gonna rock tonight (tweet-tweedilly-tweet)Bobby Day
“And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love
Kahlil Gibran
Hope is a roving gypsy
With laughter on her tongue,
And the blue sky and sunshine
Alone, can keep her young;
And year by year she lingers
Under a budding tree…
~Dora Read Goodale
Mother Earth is pulsing with new life. Wide fields of early rye, set in motion by the soft breezes, roll forth their gratitude in rich, emerald undulations. Robin and bob-white rent the air with their bright gladness. The fragrant petals of peach and apple blossoms fall and lay in sensate caress upon the earth, producing that harmony of odor and color known only to spring in the South. Trailing berry-vines climbing over a rustic fence form a background of graceful, waving green. The bewildering shades of grays and greens in the deeper woods intoxicate the eye and inspire the inner man with the promise of new life. O, the satisfaction of heart-hunger and soul-thirst in the contemplation of reviving nature!
M.F. Canfield
If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.
Vincent van Gogh
