I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
2 comments:
I don't see how the poem fits the picture. I do think the orchid looks like a bird opening its wings.
No connection, just a picture and a good poem.
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