Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
- Ikkyu Sojun
I ’d be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly
How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with newborn vigor!
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
- Francis Thompson