That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils." ~ William Wordsworth |
the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair and let us huddle together as darkness takes over We are at home amidst the birds and the trees, for we are children of nature. |
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