Robert Frost - The Tuft of Flowers

It's the third poem from Robert Frost I read in the two days
Slowly read over round and round to access his expression in the natural scene with labour.

In the poem, he followed a guy doing mown to turn the grass
The sound of tools whispered far away.
He felt lonely, but it's not related to be together or not.
Then, from a butterfly's guide, he found his connection with the man even both of them worked alone
since the man kept a tuft of flowers by a brook.

The image of flowers existed actually in a route of the ''bewildered'' butterfy before that
but they were dry on the fround.
It made no sound but led his eyesight to the flowers, the only one left in the lawn.
After the night with memories of ''yesterday's delight,'' these flowers surprised him in the dawn.
His solitary was gone. And he found the closeness with the man even they didn't work together.
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The left messages bring followers a new vision to oneself or the world.
We are both a receiver and a sender
or could be the unexpected butterfly to guide the road of hope.
Every role we play has its influence.

Nothing could be more delightful than being understood or touched
in any ways... it's like the flowers by the moistured river, contrast to the disappearing dew and mowned dring grass.