Poetry Day - The privilege to know

How many Flowers fail in Wood -

Or perish from the Hill -

Without the privilege to know

That they are Beautiful -

How many cast a nameless Pod

Upon the nearest Breeze -

Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight -

It bear to other Eyes -

Emily Dickinson

I don't know quite what Emily Dickinson was about with her peculiar dashes and capitals in strange places, but that is how she wrote.