Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,

All soft and still and fair;

The solemn hour of midnight

Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are sending

Their breezy boughs on high

Or stooping low are lending

A shelter from the sky

And there in those wild bowers

A lovely form is laid;

Green grass and dew-steeped flowers 

Wave gently round her head.

Emily Bronte

My favourite weather is bird-chirping weather.

Terri Guillements

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Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

Robert Frost

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Runokoira Pentti - Mikko Perkoila

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ht1YYA_azJo&list=RDHt1YYA_azJo&start_radio=1

Aurinko on tallella

Tämä on kiitosruno.

~Sirkka Selja

Peace is always beautiful.

~Walt Whitman

The flowers were dresed in nothing but light.

~Mary Oliver

Flowers Before Dark

Stillness of flowers. Colours

a slow intense fire, faces

cool to the touch, burning.

Massed flowers in dusk, crimson, 

magenta, orange,

unflickering furnace, gaze

unswerving, innocent scarlet,

ardent white, afloat

on late light, serene passion

stiller than silence. 

Denise Levertov

It is spring, and the night wind

is moist with the smell of turned loam

and the early flowers;

the moon pours out its beauty

which you see as beauty finally,

warm and offering everything.

Margaret Atwood

In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.

Cynthia Rylant

Just living is not enough, said the butterfly. One must have sunshine, freedom and little flowers.

Hans-Christian Andersen