Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.
Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost.
Perhaps the act of writing is necessary when nothing happens.
The minute you begin to have doubts, the floor under your feet starts to shake.
Time cannot be spurred on like a horse.
Nature with her wealth of birds and flowers, Has in her heart a place for every weed; For her quick eyes require no microscope To note the varied wonders and delights That the Creator's humblest works possess.