Maxioms by John Muir
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious read more
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation\'s braggart lords.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation\'s braggart lords.
