The old tree is shook
White blossoms slowly float down
Dancers in the wind
- Alexandra Kim
Each flower is a soul opening out to nature.
- Gerald De Nerval
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
Isn't it odd that flowers are the reproductive organs of the plants they grow on?
- Logan Pearsall Smith