A fluted cup of joy appears
And takes me back so many years--
It's Miss Neff's senior English now
(I'm seventeen--I don't know how)--
And Wordsworth's "heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils."
Old Wordsworth's dead--and Miss Neff, too?
Well, I could ask, but still, ask who?--
But I'm alive another year,
And when the daffodils appear,
My aging heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
--Matthew 6:28-30, ESV
--With credit to David and Magpie Tales . I borrowed the photo, as you'll see if you follow those links.