|Sunsets don't last long; stop and stare while you can|
|Wild roses have very delicate petals|
Therefore, oh spirit! Fearlessly bear on;
Though storms may break the primrose on its stalk,
Though frosts may blight the freshness of its bloom,
Yet spring's awakening breath will woo the earth.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
He who bends to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy:
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.
A friend of mine has a husband called Shelley because his mum loved Shelley 's poetry, he was always grateful that he didn't get called Bysshe too .
|A watercolour of pretty flowers gives lasting pleasure|