Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.

The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew, And colour's with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night.

And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

All of these groups are concerned about the same general set of things, namely what's happening to Michigan and how do we get where we need to go better, easier, faster, quicker, with fewer people hurt.