I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
by, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Afternoon on a Hill
(Amateur photographer, celebrating life one snap at a time :)
© 2012 by Esra Roberts