Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Each language has it’s own beauty… perhaps that’s why people travel the world seek them… I imagine, just like me, they would someday like to speak them… But there is one language we may never speak… it is a culture without words It’s one we step outside to seek… in the trees…the rivers…the birds. It’s a language none of us can recreate… as it remains, to us, unknown because nature does not translate… a language all her own. When rain drops fall…when they first appear Seedlings immediately know… as the water reaches them they hear… little ones…it’s time to grow. And when the sun’s rays touch that soon-to-be flower… as it awakens from its womb the silent sunshine reveals its power…. when it whispers…time to bloom The wind invisibly rushes out and in… we try to comprehend but we have no chance for we know only where she’s been… as we watch the trees behind her dance. Songs are the way birds talk, or perhaps the way they pray… Do they always know the words…or sometimes…do they wing it And though we don’t know what they’re trying to say… we enjoy the way they sing it. We know all living things talk to each other… We know they’ve found a way We know they’re conversing with their mother… We just don’t know what they say. But that’s okay with us…because we choose… to enjoy their music and their dance without recognizing the words they use… like when we visit Italy or France. In a way it’s like we’re in a foreign land… Nature’s land of trees and fish and birds and tho their language we may never fully understand we can enjoy the rhythm of their words.
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