"sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love...
Ribes (flowering currant)
... (such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)...
Borage
... not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing...
Strawberries
... sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love"
e.e. cummings