MAY IS FOR "FLOWERS"...

I am "thinking" of the beauty of Spring flowers....
But not the "old ship" of the same name or the name
MAYFLOWER...
Okay, I think therefore I am...
think of our RELATIONSHIP to nature...

Here's a sweet poem for you  via Wordsworth:

I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not bu be gay
In such a jocund company:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude:
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the DAFFODILS...