Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches -Gerard Manley Hopkins

I’ve found a place beside a friendly tree, Where I’ll hide my face when the world hurts me, For the tree will never hurt; I shall love it to the end; It shall have a dear, dear name: “My true and silent friend.” The Friendly Tree by Annette Wynn

There is a light, and it never goes out