Haven't posted yet this year. To kick off a (hopefully) more active blogging year, here's a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;
At rich men’s tables eaten bread and pulse:
Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust;
And loved so well a high behavior
In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained
Nobility more nobly to repay
O be my friend, and teach me to be thine!
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Note: pulse - edible seeds (in case the word was unfamiliar to you too).