I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine.
- William Shakespeare
Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses
Red rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.
- William Butler Yeats
Don't try to force anything.
Let life be a deep let-go.
See [God/Spirit/All That Is] opening millions of flowers
every day without forcing the buds.
- Bhagwan Shree Rayneesh