‘Oh there is a blessing in this gentle breeze That blows from the green fields and from the clouds And from the sky; it beats against my cheek, And seems half-conscious of the joy it gives.’ William Wordsworth
‘Oh there is a blessing in this gentle breeze That blows from the green fields and from the clouds And from the sky; it beats against my cheek, And seems half-conscious of the joy it gives.’ William Wordsworth
“In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!” Robert Louis Stevenson
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