"The Sensitive Plant"
A sensitive plant in a garden grew
and the young winds fed it with silver dew
and it opened its fan-like leaves to the light
and closed them beneath kisses of night.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley ~
"We are stardust. Billion year old carbon. We are golden. Caught in the devil's bargain and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden."
~ Joni Mitchell ~
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