Abigail Evans

“The Flower

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
Cur’d me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow’d it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
“Splendid is the flower.”

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson

“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
― Mark Twain

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
― Søren Kierkegaard

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
― Albert Camus