Days Too Short
When primroses are out in Spring,
And small, blue violets come between;
When merry birds sing on boughs green,
And rills, as soon as born, must sing;
When butterflies will make side-leaps,
As though escaped from Nature’s hand
Ere perfect quite; and bees will stand
Upon their heads in fragrant deeps;
When small clouds are so silvery white
Each seems a broken rimmed moon—
When such things are, this world too soon,
For me, doth wear the veil of night.
by William H. Davies
Words of bliss and beauty by William and the picture is so cute and sweet. The bird is beautiful, Amira.
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Thanks so much dear Kamal! Yes, we can always get so much joy from nature and all its beauty!<3
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Completely agree with your words Amira. That is what nature is. Welcome always 😊😊😊😊😊
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Loved this and the picture! Blessings and love to you today and always,Linda.
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Thank you Linda! And back to you much love and blessings always! ❤
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