Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
An eternity in an hour.
The bright sun welcomes us to another gorgeous morning here in Wisconsin.
We blossom. We emerge from our cocoons. We blink our eyes at the glare. We are greeted with the cardinal's song.
It good to be alive in the Spring in Wisconsin.