There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
- John Muir
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay,
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
- William Wordsworth
This old world that we're livin' in is might hard to beat.
You get a thorn with every rose But - ain't the roses sweet?
- Frank Stanton
Do not the petals flutter down,
Just like this?