"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 the kissed of night."
"The Sensitive Plant
by Percy Bysshe Shelly,1820
This poem expresses much better then I will ever be able to what I would like to focus my work and my blog on in the New Year. Finding amazing beauty in the most ordinary of places.