Through the clifftops and valleys, the wildflowers spread, Painting the earth where the sunlight has led. The colors together form a brilliant parade, In praises of seasons, a tapestry laid.

From the hum of bees buzzing in wild summer heat, To the crunch of leaves ‘neath the autumn’s retreat, Each note of existence, with life intertwined, Is a song of the natural, a vision designed.

• Willa Cather