William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high o’er vales an hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils.
(William Wordsmith)


By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)