Two more days. Two more days?? Jiminy Cricket. That can’t be! Nahh!
The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread. William Wendt
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind. William Wordsworth