A FLOWER A DAY
As rising from the vegetable World My Theme ascends, with equal Wing ascend, My panting Muse; and hark, how loud the Woods Invite you forth in all your gayest Trim. Lend me your Song, ye Nightingales! oh pour The mazy-running Soul of Melody Into my varied Verse! while I deduce, From the first Note the hollow Cuckoo sings, The Symphony of Spring, and touch a Theme Unknown to Fame, the Passion of the Groves .
from The Seasons: Spring by James Thompson
Once upon a time there was a young woman who was feeling lost and overwhelmed by life’s problems. She had lost everything, including her job, and the worst part was trying to
