The bee
Just a bee. A honey bee. A busy honey bee. A buzzing busy honey bee. And flowers.
(Film made by Dan Alexoae)
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
(Joyce Kilmer, Trees)
Film made by Dan Alexoae
Wild flowers on the hill of Nicolae Ceausescu's villa, near the Iron Gates on the Danube, at Gura Vaii (Drobeta Turnu Severin).
Film made by Dan Alexoae
Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
(Oscar Wilde, In The Forest)
Film made by Dan Alexoae
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