The Dandelion

It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.

~© Henry Ward Beecher~

The Sky

I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.

~© Antonio Porchia~

Violets

Again the violet of our early days
Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.

~© Ebenezer Elliott~

Dewdrops

The dew-drop in the breeze of morn,
Trembling and sparkling on the thorn,
Falls to the ground, escapes the eye,
Yet mounts on sunbeams to the sky.

~© James Montgomery ~

I Will Be

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

~© Edna St. Vincent Millay~