I like this:
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.
-Shakespeare: A Midsummer Night's Dream

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The world stands still,
Slows on its axis,
cars become silent,
and all the hustle and bustle
of the earth
stops
when my eyes close
and my mind wanders.