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Funk happens. What's a garden lover to do? Take Yates's advice:
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
On a day like this, would that we could be just as perfect as anything here, large or small:
Unassuming...
Unimportant (to most)...
And yet, completely capable of transforming an empty heart into one filled with rapture...
So, despite humanity's constant failing, why not live to spread the word - to tell the tale of such loveliness?
Why not live to see all this splendour? And hope -
...that others too will walk with you somehow and see it?
Just see a little bit of what you see -
Frozen, though it may be.
These exquisite little creatures
Took me, today, thankfully (gratefully)
Out of myself, and into
the meadows -
with a slim, shy angel on wings -
And then, into the forest
Not yet sullied, and green as it wanted to be; as it chose to be:
With friendly hints of something I knew:
And when I left, I carried some of it with me, in my senses yes and under my skin, but also on everything I had unwittingly touched.
With Yates' lines of poetry, still ringing in my ears:
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand
