Crow Poison (Amianthium muscaetoxicum)

"Fueled by a million created wings of fire

the rocket tore a tunnel through the sky and everybody cheered.

Fueled only by the mystery of warm, moist soil, and a beckoning sun,

the seedling urged its way through the thicknesses of black -

and as it pierced the heavy ceiling of soil and launched itself up into outer space -

no one even clapped."

Marci Hans

Tiny Bluet (Houstonia caerulea)

If only the flowers, little as they are,

could know how deeply wounded is my heart,

they would weep with me

to heal my sorrow.

If only the nightingales knew

how sad and sick I am,

they would gladly pour out

their refreshing song.

If only they knew my woe,

those golden stars,

they would come down from aloft

and speak comfort to me.

They can none of them know,

one only knows my sorrow;

she herself has made the rent,

has rent my heart asunder.

Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)