Saturday, 20 September 2025

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.

William Wordsworth

1 comment:

  1. The sunlight makes this such a scene of hopefulness, as if something good is coming.

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