~  *  ~


When Heaven's blithe winds had

unfolded them

As mine-lamps enkindle a hidden gem,

Shone smiling to Heaven,

and every one

Shared joy in the light of

the gentle sun;



For each one was interpenetrated

 With the light and the odour its

 neighbour shed,

Like young lovers whom youth and

love make dear

Wrapped and filled by their

mutual atmosphere



Percy Bysshe Shelley


 ~ The Sensitive Plant








 Dear friends.
May the beauty of nature’s creation bring joy to your heart
and a smile to your face


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