Every time I meet a tree, if I am truly awake, I stand in awe before it. I listen to its voice, a silent sermon moving me to the depths, touching my heart, and stirring up within my soul a yearning to give my all.
It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.
Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things.
Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
For the more a soul conforms to the sanity of others, the more does it become insane.
Autumn is full of leave-taking.