I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon the earth without a meet alloy.
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree
In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
The least movement is of importance to all nature. The entire ocean is affected by a pebble.
Ive seen the majestic beauty of nature and the overwhelming perfection of it. To me, theres nothing closer to God than that.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
The nondual universe of One Taste arises as a spontaneous gesture of your own true nature.
When we awaken to the beauty of nature, the doors to our true self are opened up wide, for divine healing on all levels.
Go outsideamidst the simple beauty of natureand know that as long as places like this exist, there will be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be.
We feel the beauty of nature because we are part of nature and because we know that however much in our separate domains we abstract from the unity of Nature, this unity remains. Although we may deal with particulars, we return finally to the whole pattern woven out of these.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.
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