Desert Chicory Bouquet — Computer Art by kenne
For they spring fresh as the mountain flower
From the heart as pure and free
To my lips, and die for a word of power,
That would tell their depths to thee.
But like the flowers on the mountain side
That bloom through the wind and rain.
I will constant prove, whate’er betide,
Dear friend, though our paths are twain.
— from Mountain Flowers by Louisa Lawson
Picture and poem, beautiful.
Thanks.
Love this one!
What makes for a nice bouquet is not having the flowers open yet.