Nature










 



Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.






 



Filtered sunlight through the green leaves comes to my heart and delights my soul !




Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, 
to have lived light in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?





It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional !!


    
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.





Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.







The poetry of the earth is never dead !



Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company.  Only a few love to be alone !!





A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,
and closed them beneath the kisses of night.






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





  Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...






The trees are whispering to me, reminding me of my roots, and my reach... shhhhhh... can you hear them?  Selflessly sharing their subtle song.





Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.





Nature










 



Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.






 



Filtered sunlight through the green leaves comes to my heart and delights my soul !




Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, 
to have lived light in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?





It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional !!


    
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.





Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.







The poetry of the earth is never dead !



Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company.  Only a few love to be alone !!





A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,
and closed them beneath the kisses of night.






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





  Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...






The trees are whispering to me, reminding me of my roots, and my reach... shhhhhh... can you hear them?  Selflessly sharing their subtle song.





Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.