Maxioms by John Muir
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.
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower read more
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
