Category: Nature

Birds sing after a storm why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

It is not light that we need but fire it is not the gentle shower but thunder. We need the storm the whirlwind and the earthquake.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.

I go to nature to be soothed and healed and to have my senses put in order.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

For in the true nature of things if we rightly consider every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.

Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

Spring is nature's way of saying 'Let's party!'