Under a pale pink blossom tree beneath a blushing sky, I laid my head upon the ground and rested for a while. I felt my body floating off and giving way to dreams; Whether for days or even years, I couldn’t say the least. The birds and bees and butterflies did ever circle on; And many buds did seem to bloom but wilt, I never saw. For late in summer though it be, The blossoms looked brand new. Their fragrant nectar on the air; Their petals laced with dew. Then came a hymn of Endless Spring Sung by the very trees; Of days forever fair and bright, And nights of pale pink peace. Then I awoke with such a start, Dismayed to leave my dream. For though the blossoms were long gone, Their song remained with me. And so this forest melody Is left for me to sing; For you and I are called to sew The seeds of Endless Spring. 🌷🌿 Happy Earth Day to all! 🌎 🌍 🌏 #earthday #earthday2019 #earthdayeveryday #endlessspring 🌱🍃 (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwkFTBWBkiJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xx0qgfvoewp1
