1. I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
Famous Poem
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Can one conceive of any reason for a flower's beauty excepting our ability to enjoy their exquisite splendor? Of course there are scientific reasons for flowers beautiful colors such as attracting animals to spread nectar and enabling them to reproduce. Just the same, there could have been many other ways to allow for plant species to reproduce. It is my belief that the world is beautiful so that we could have the pleasure of enjoying it. A flower is a testimony that the world is designed for our enjoyment.
Famous Poem
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Honestly! How lovely is this poem when read aloud. I can see the yellow heads of the daffodils doing their sprightly dance! And, when in the meditative state, I can feel them in my heart...
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Famous Poem
There's a dandy little fellow,
Who dresses all in yellow,
In yellow with an overcoat of green;
With his hair all crisp and curly,
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Famous Poem
In the heart of a seed,
Buried deep, so deep,
A dear little plant
Lay fast asleep.
Is there anything as tranquil
As a brightly glowing jonquil
That stands in sweet serenity,
A part of nature's tapestry?
They have no mouth, but seem to speak
A thousand words so mild and meek.
They have no eyes , but seem to see
A marvelous little poem that's simple but very elegant and beautiful to read. Thank you for writing it, and please keep up the good work.
Pretty pink ballerinas
Dancing all in a row,
On thin, tenuous stems,
Such a beautiful show.
The sun went away
The sky went black
Up came the wind
I fell on my back
A sign of beauty,
A symbol of grace.
Its pride runs strong
At a very fast pace.
This vase may be quite tiny,
but its importance is monumental and grand!
For the love that went into each picked "flower,"
was carefully chosen by your child's small hand.
I am laying in a field of wild flowers
With colours so intense it takes my breath away
All dancing in the summer breeze
In rhythm with my heart
Luscious scents tickle your nose.
Odorous perfume, beautiful rose.
Soft silky petals,
sharp thorns like pointy needles.
A rose is only beautiful in the spring. Summer heat dries her petals and breaks her down. The fall comes and her petals are gone. Just left with a stem trying to stand strong. The winter...