"Or he might say: 'Whereas some honorable recluses and brahmins, while living on food offered by the faithful, continuously cause damage to seed and plant life — to plants propagated from roots, stems, joints, buddings, and seeds — the recluse Gotama abstains from damaging seed and plant life.'
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
The shad-bush, white with flowers,Gave a balsamic fragrance.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
I think that I shall never see/ A poem lovely as a tree.
The gadding vine.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,And clothed them beneath the kisses of night.
For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower;It desires what it has not, the beautiful.
Pun-provoking thyme.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Some to the holly hedgeSome to the rude protection of the thorn.
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?
To me the meanest flower that blows can give/ Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.