Magic in a Tangled Garden
Nature tells us many things, and this little guy, I believe, is telling us where there is love life grows.
Ah! Sun-Flower
By William Blake
Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler's journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sunflower wishes to go.
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