Without the threat of punishment, there is no joy in flight.
Mankind, which has always been a part of nature, has reached a point where it is too much for nature to accommodate.
Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.
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.
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.