Whilst this world was young,
Before names could fall from human tongue,
There was no I, nor thou, nor thee,
Only flower and grass and tree.
No sound but sweet refrain,
Of wind and sea and rain,
No less a flower without a name,
A living beauty just the same.
July 10, 2016 | Categories: Flora, Flowers, natural history, Photography | Tags: blue flower, photography, poetry, purple flower | 2 Comments
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