Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. From Lines Written in Early Spring (3rd verse) by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) According to his biographers, William Wordsworth was very much in harmony with the beauty of nature. “Like … [Read more...] about Nature: A great source of healing is sending us a message