“A thing of beauty is a joy forever,”
wrote John Keats in his 1818 poem 'Endymion'.
Its words still hold true, always will.
Many years ago,
while passing through a rural pastoral town,
I noticed a wooden wagon wheel,
under a large oak tree.
Nearby, there was a bright patch
of yellow daffodils.
As I glimpsed the scene, I felt delighted.
Many years have passed since then,
yet I still remember that beautiful spectacle.
Today, I wanted to give a tribute
to that quiet moment of joy
that grew from such a simple sight.
I painted in watercolor,
re-lived the happiness yet again.
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Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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