|Elderflower and berries|
All creatures and all objects,in degree
Are friends and patrons of humanity.
There are to whom the garden, grove and field
Perpetual lessons of forbearance yield;
Who would not lightly violate the grace
The lowliest flower possesses in its place,
Nor shorten the sweet life, too fugitive,
Which nothing less than Infinite Power could give.
I really like this verse by Jean Ingelow which reminds me of going on picnics in the countryside with a boyfriend when I was a teenager.
A cloudless sky; a world of heather,
Purple of foxglove; yellow of broom;
We two among it, wading together;
Shaking out honey,treading perfume.
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover,
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over