And ‘t is my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. William Wordsworth

The old Thorn

There is a Thorn,—it looks so old, In truth, you’d find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and gray. Not higher than a two years child It stands erect,… Read More


Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. William Wordsworth The pictures in motions are from my wonderful walks in Denmark’s oldest forest, Gribskov. I got the inspiration to… Read More