Flowers need sunshine,
violets need dew, all angels in heaven know,
I need u. years may fly, tears may dry,
but my friendship with u will never die.
The temple bell stops, but I still hear the sound, coming out of the flowers.
I will be the gladdest thing,
Under the sun,
I will touch a hundred flowers,
And not pick one.
People from a planet, without flowers ,would think we must be mad, with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
For myself I hold no preferences, among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
To be overcome by the fragrance, of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
Flowers seem intended, for the solace of ordinary humanity.
A morning-glory at my window, satisfies me more than, the metaphysics of books.
The violets in the mountains, have broken the rocks.
Flowers are without hope,
Because hope is tomorrow, and flowers have no tomorrow.