There is no need to guess the colours of Oak, Maple and Cherry as they change season upon season. Their essence has been captured perfectly in these miniature pieces of jewellery. And here are the opening lines of William Wordsworth’s most famous poem.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
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