What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be! — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“In time of rain I come: I can sing among the flowers: I utter my song: my heart is glad. Water of flowers foams over the earth: My heart was intoxicated.” — Jane Bierhorst Copy Share Image
