I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er 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, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” 1804
Pictures of flower will always brighten my day. it is as pleasure for a human’s eye to look at a blooming fields. If only people could show their souls the way flower show its beauty – the world would sink in a timeless spring and rainbows wouldn’t be that noticeable anymore. . .