Man is a child of his environment

Man is a child of his environment

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

There are two ways of being creative. One can sing and dance. Or one can create an environment in which read more

There are two ways of being creative. One can sing and dance. Or one can create an environment in which singers and dancers flourish.

Where is the pride of Summer,--the green prime,--
The many, many leaves all twinkling?--three
On the mossed read more

Where is the pride of Summer,--the green prime,--
The many, many leaves all twinkling?--three
On the mossed elm; three on the naked lime
Trembling,--and one upon the old oak tree!
Where is the Dryad's immortality?

Be careful the environment you choose for it will shape you; be careful the friends you choose for you will read more

Be careful the environment you choose for it will shape you; be careful the friends you choose for you will become like them.

I think that I shall never scan
A tree as lovely as a man.
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I think that I shall never scan
A tree as lovely as a man.
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A tree depicts divinest plan,
But God himself lives in a man.

I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty

I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty

Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!

Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!

I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like
a green bay tree.

I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like
a green bay tree.