Fairy's Song

Where the bees sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry;
On the bat's back I do fly;
After summer merrily;
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

-William Shakespeare, from The Tempest-

How I wish I could enjoy nature everyday without having to worry bout the realities in life.. Don't you?? The sun, the breeze, the birds singing ever so sweetly in the clear blue sky, the sweet smell of flowers that had bloomed jz the nite before.. Well, that's a thought..