Snow capped mountains and flowers in the meadows at Yellowstone National Park and Lamar Valley.
The flowers in a summer meadow
are infinite
The big and the small, the colorful
and the plain,
The ones that bite and the ones
that delight . . .
All are intrinsically treasured for
part in the whole.
by Sandra E. McBride
(excerpt from Flowers in the Meadow)
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