Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That ’s newly sprung in June,
Oh, my luve’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
- Robert Burns
And 't is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
- William Wordsworth
Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?
- Maurice Maeterlinck
Forsythia is pure joy.
There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia.
Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh