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It was spring, the part of spring where the bursting is done, the held-in pressures of desiccated sap-veins and gum-sealed buds are gone, and all the world's in a rush to be beautiful.
Flowers open every night
across the sky, a breathing peace,
and sudden flame catching.
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
I love to see the bud bursting into maturity; I love to mark the deepening tints with which the beams of heaven paint the expanded flower; nay, with a melancholy sort of pleasure, I love to watch that progress towards decay, so endearingly bespeaking a fellowship in man's transient glory
The tints of autumn ... a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
I guess I'm a late bloomer."
"I sure like you blooming with me, Bev.
We don't know who we are or how to function, much less how to bloom. Blind nature. Homo sapiens. Who's kidding whom?
The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.
Each one of you carries the potential to blossom like flowers. When you blossom, petals of your mind open and the fragrance spread far and near.
Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
The world of the flower, the whole of
the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower, the truth
of the blossom;
The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
There are few sights more pleasant to the eye than a wide cotton field when it is in bloom. It presents an appearance of purity, like an immaculate expanse of light, new-fallen snow.
When one flower blooms spring awakens everywhere
Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.
Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood
In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.
Wilted or in bloom,
taking or lending daylight,
the world transitions.
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.
Such phantom blossoms palely shining
Over the lifeless boughs of Time.
Bloom where you are planted and sow where you are fed ...
A flower is not better when it blooms than when it is merely a bud; at each stage it is the same thing - a flower in the process of expressing its potential.
Beautiful flowers that are not anxious about tomorrow but live with ease in the timeless Now
Snow sweeping downward,
While the flowers reach upward--
Winter storm in spring.
We're all just flowers. Small, nameless flowers. Little, barely budding things supported by something far greater than ourselves. Even so, we all dream of the day when we will eventually blossom. Free. Under the wide open sky...
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
The earth laughs in flowers.
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
The wild roses were wide open and brilliant, the blue-eyed grass was in purple flower, and the silvery milkweed was just coming on.
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
Flowers are the earth laughing.
Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling has, as it were, its flowering instant, its one and only moment of expansive grace and radiant kingship.
A flower blooms to reveal her beauty just to express her gratitude for all the life, love, and light.
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower
The plants all know that spring will soon return,
All kinds of red and purple contend in beauty.
The poplar blossom and elm seeds are not beautiful,
They can only fill the sky with flight like snow.
We're withering roses trying to survive all we need is a little love and care and we can be blooming again
And so we are like flowers; and bloom only, when the sun, kisses us.
Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.
Roses bloom, and then they wither;
Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,
Then, like visions, hurry by.
There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.
A loving heart blooms like a flower that attracts all the beauty and light of life.
Here bloom red roses, dewy wet,
And beds of fragrant mignonette.
All that blooms must fall.
Tis like the birthday of the world,
When earth was born in bloom;
The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume:
There's crimson buds, and white and blue,
The very rainbow showers
Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers.
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
The world laughs in flowers.
It was as if the light had coaxed a flowering from the frost, which before seemed barren and parched as salt. The grass shone with petal colors, and water drops spilled from all the trees as innumerably as petals.
A flower blossoms for its own joy.
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming ... suddenly you find - at the age of 50, say - that a whole new life has opened before you.
Light blooms the brighter in the darkest places.
We all bloom to wilt.
We don't teach flowers to bloom; we ensure they have the best conditions in which to do so.
As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
In the garden of my heart
Flowers of loves were blooming
Not just to express the beauty
But to spread the fragrance
Every flower blooms at a different pace.
Are in the
Blooming under a cold moon, we are like fireworks ...
Rising, shining, and finally scattering and fading.
So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks ...
Lets us sparkle brightly,
Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins.
Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.
Let one thousand flowers bloom.
The flower of life blooms in love and radiates love all around it.
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
two feet tall,
the crimson-budded roses,
their young thorns
the soft spring rain
Everything is soul and flowering.
A cherry tree
And there are no flowers;
But the spring breeze
Brings forth myriad blossoms.
The flowers that bloom in the dark shine the brightest.
We bloom from the moonlight.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
You must bloom wherever God plants you.
Meditation is the nourishment for flowering.
T'is the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone.
In our springtime
there is no better,
there is no worse.
burgeon as the must.
Some are long,
some are short.'
Stay with life.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.
This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
Into the field of
The red setting sun!
Hidden inside every flower are seeds of imagination, destiny and future dreams.
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!
The blossom of our family, like one of those miraculous fruit tress that taps into an invisible vein of nurture and bears radiant bushels of plums while the trees around it merely go on living.
This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other.
as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
A soft and gentle growth
Under a blue sky
Over a high mountain
Extended over a vast land
When the sun comes up
When the petals of the heart unfold fragrance spreads across the valley.
Every flower blossoms in its sacred time.
Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim.
seem to bear flowers or
Embrace the gift of autumn; where every flower radiates its splendor.
Every flower blooms in its own time.
From a withered tree, a flower blooms
A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green
Let your greatness bloom.
Sun is the reason And the world it will bloom 'Cause sun lights the sky And the sun lights the moon
Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
From little seeds great flowers grow.
As you bloom in new seasons, you must get down on your hands and knees, take a closer look and bravely remove the weeds.
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o'daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea.
Today I fulfill my creative side. I want to bloom wherever I am planted!
Because when I touch you, you fucking bloom,
Every flower begins to flourish in spring.