Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, gives us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happing in the darting bird
Tha suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid-air stands still.
-robert frost
BUT IN TODAYS CONTEXT...
the thought of flower is now-a-days dead
and work in life is big instead
the trees are now, no more seen
even the birds and bees are no more keen
by making us happy what will they get
the hurt, homelessness or regret?
-KATY R.
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