Poetry has long meant so much to me. One of the poems that spoke to me and changed me was one written by William Wordsworth, Lines written in Early Spring. The sentiments expressed praise Nature and, whilst giving voice to the thought that everything has an appreciation of its surroundings, almost despairs of the human condition. As an aside it was also one of my mother’s favourite pieces. Here is an extract; although the whole poem is worthy of reading again and again.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, the periwinkle trailed its wreaths; and ’tis my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.