I found this poem, which I think I will memorise. It really moved me, especially the last line. We see so many wondrous sights every day, that sometimes we forget quite how amazing life is.
This is watercolour and ink on paper, and is unframed so that you can choose a frame to your own taste.
A pismire is an ant, apparently:
I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
I saw a Pismire, swallow up a Whale,
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
I saw a Venice Glass, full fifteen feet deep,
I saw a well, full of men’s tears that weep,
I saw red eyes, all of a flaming fire,
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight.
Anonymous (before 1665)