Ah, Sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the traveller's journal done; Where the youth...
posted on Aug. 30, 2012
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. Lord Byron
posted on Aug. 06, 2012
Whatever a man's age, he can reduce it several years by putting a bright-colored flower in his button-hole. Mark Twain
posted on Aug. 02, 2012