Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature's mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell's dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller's dower.
---Wayside Flowers by William Allingham
Rachana, this is a beautiful post and a treat to the senses. Your pictures are breathtaking... how wonderful to get to enjoy this sight from outside your window. Thank you so much for sharing them. The flowers are so pretty and the poem is so sweet :)
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend!