Beneath the boughs of ancient trees, The power of the earth unfolds, The fragrance of the breeze, a tease, In every hue that life beholds, The spinning dance of all that grows, And art in every drop of flows.
- Dylan Thomas
Beneath the boughs of ancient trees, The power of the earth unfolds, The fragrance of the breeze, a tease, In every hue that life beholds, The spinning dance of all that grows, And art in every drop of flows.