The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but read more

Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready read more

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.

Nature never says one thing and wisdom another.

Nature never says one thing and wisdom another.

Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the read more

Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the only bird a typical American child ever sees is a canary in a pet shop window? When the only wild animal he knows is a rat - glimpsed on a night drive through some city slum? When the only tree he touches is the cleverly fabricated plastic evergreen that shades his gifts on Christmas morning?

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

We have nowhere else to go... this is all we have.

We have nowhere else to go... this is all we have.