Gle malu voćku poslije kiše:

Puna je kapi pa ih njiše.

I blješti suncem obasjana,

Čudesna raskoš njenih grana.

Al nek se sunce malko skrije,

Nestane sve te čarolije.

Ona je opet, kao prvo,

Obično, malo, jadno drvo.

      Dobriša Cesarić

Grigor Vitez

Oni imaju visoka čela,vijorne kose, široke grudi;
od gromora njina glasa šuma i more se budi,
a kada rukom mahnu, obzori svijeta se šire
i bune, i prodiru u vis, u etire.

Ali, za svoju snagu oni su zahvalni patnji,
bijedi, sužanjstvu, gladi i njinoj crnoj pratnji.
Oni imaju snagu vjere što živi u smaku
i vrelo svjetlosti što tinja u mraku
i sunce u oblaku...

Oni imaju polet orlova, srčanih zračnih ptica,
oni poznaju pjesmu naših najdubljih žica,
za svijet u slobodi. za svijet u ljepoti,
ljudi svojih djela, djeca svojih ruku,
rođena u plaču, sazrela u muku.

Njina muška desna neprestano zida
dvore čovječanstva. Dom Prometeida !

I gdje tinja savjest, kao iskra sveta
oko njih se kupi orijaška četa
za slobodu prava

Ali u samoći njihova je glava
ispravna i čista povrh mračne rulje
gdje ih ne razumiju glupani i hulje,
kao vršak divnih, zelenih jablana,
režući do munje vedri obzor dana.

Tako, uistinu, do njih vode puti,
gdje se pojas rijeke u dolini sluti,
gdje se sitno cvijeće plavi, ruji, žuti;
nagnuti u ponor, nebeskoga svoda
dok crvena jesen drumovima hoda.

Mi stupamo bijelim dolom u tišini,
oni, sami, gordi, dršću u visini,
muče žednu zjenu ili revnu opnu;
što ne mogu, što ne mogu da nas u vis popnu.

Povrh njina vrška gdje se pjesme gnijezde
samo vile lete, ili bure jezde;
a nad njima sunca; samo zvijezde, zvijezde!

Tin Ujević

Visibaba mala
zvoniti je stala,
cin-cin-cin, don-don-don,
čujte mali zvon.

Tra-ta-ra-ta-ra-ta,
jaglac trublju hvata,
hoja-haj, hoja-haj
zimi sad je kraj.

Mala ptica ševa
veselo nam pjeva,
firuli-firulu
proljeće je tu.

Kruška, jabuka, šljiva
kaže mala Iva.
To je voće slatko,
jeo bi ga svatko.

Kruška, jabuka, grožđe,
kada jesen dođe,
tada voće zrije,
dječici se smije!

Mjesec tugu spusti na me'
Kao grubi šal na rame
Sve je prošlo pored mene
Samo život ni da krene

Hej, da nađem lađu za se'
Da u vječnost me odnese
Jer je našla moja draga drugoga

Nosio sam ružmarin da bi tebe kitio
A najljepše riječi sam ja prešutio

Nosio sam ružmarin da bi tebe kitio
A najljepše riječi sam ja prešutio

Raspuklo se staro drvo
Što u grudima se krije

Reci Bože, zašto čovjek
Voli i kad voljen nije

Ratne trube među nama

Mahovine grije tama
A ja usred minskog polja sjećanja

Nosio sam ružmarin da bi tebe kitio
A najljepše riječi sam ja prešutio
Nosio sam bršljan ja da za sebe vežem te
Lišće čudno biti zna, lako uvene

Lišće čudno biti zna, lako uvene

Miroslav Škoro i Vladimir Kočiš

Bože dragi što je lijepo kad se zaljubiš
iznenada kad za nekim pamet izgubiš
zrelo grožđe brzo prođe al je najslađe
lijepo li je slatko li je pa me zavede

Hej svima divna meni predivna
na verandi u lavandi suzu pustila.

Bože dragi što je lijepo kad se zaljubiš
i ovako i onako pamet izgubiš

zrelo grožđe brzo prođe al je najslađe
lijepo li je slatko li je pa me zavede.

Halid Bešlić

I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"

They're really saying
I love you

I hear babies cry
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know

And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Ooh, yes

Louis Armstrong

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill, in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needle work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Simon & Garfunkel

What about killing fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine?

Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shed before?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Earth, these weeping shores?

What have we done to the world?
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son?

What about flowering fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine?

Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Earth, these weeping shores?

I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don't know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far

Hey, what about yesterday?
(What about us?)
What about the seas?
(What about us?)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us?)
I can't even breathe
(What about us?)

What about apathy?
(What about us?)
I need you
(What about us?)
What about nature's worth?
(Ooh)
It's our planet's womb
(What about us?)

What about animals?
(What about it?)
We've turned kingdoms to dust
(What about us?)
What about elephants?
(What about us?)
Have we lost their trust
(What about us?)

What about crying whales?
(What about us?)
We're ravaging the seas
(What about us?)
What about forest trails?
(Ooh)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us?)

What about the holy land?
(What about it?)
Torn apart by creed
(What about us?)
What about the common man?
(What about us?)
Can't we set him free
(What about us?)

What about children dying?
(What about us?)
Can't you hear them cry?
(What about us?)
Where did we go wrong?
(Ooh)
Someone tell me why
(What about us?)

What about baby boy?
(What about it?)
What about the days?
(What about us?)
What about all their joy?
(What about us?)
What about the man?
(What about us?)

What about the crying man?
(What about us?)
What about Abraham?
(What about us?)
What about death again?
(Ooh)
Do we give a damn?

Michael Jackson

U našem spiralnom vrtu
aromatičnih biljaka je hrpu.
Ako želite bolji san,
eteričnim uljem lavande mažite se svaki dan.
Smilje nazivaju biljkom vječne mladosti,
od nje nikad nećete doći do starosti.
Kad tijekom upale grla izgubite glas,
ružmarin će biti vaš spas.
Ako vas muče masna koža i akne,
kadulja ih u tren oka makne.
Kožne tegobe i osip miloduh liječi,
svaki nemir on spriječi.
Kad pod groznicom teško se diše,
rješenje je timijana ljekovito lišće.

U spirali našeg vrta sve se sjedinilo,
aromatično bilje zdravlje nam je poklonilo.

Arijeta Kajtazi

Emili Mošmondor

Ema Puškarić