Do you get tired of my photos of my girl in the daisy field? Aw, c'mon: It's May!
BRIGHT Flower! whose home is everywhere,
Bold in maternal Nature's care,
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy or sorrow;
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest thorough!
- from "To the Daisy (2)" William Wordsworth