Robin Redbreast serenades the morning,
silhouetted in the shade of the Maple tree.
A little patch of buttercups.
"If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul
by a flower in spring bloom,
maybe your soul has never been in bloom."
A tear of joy
Rose bush budding
Solo dandelion on the lawn
" I love to think of nature as
an unlimited broadcasting station,
through which God speaks to us every hour,
if we will only tune in."
George Washington Carver