Walking with Flowers

By SusannaHelen


Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry;
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. (Ariel, The Tempest)

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