If there's a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries
aloud
Through all her works) read more

If there's a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries
aloud
Through all her works) he must delight in virtue.

Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a read more

Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.

Wolves are very resourceful. All they need to survive is for people not to shoot them.

Wolves are very resourceful. All they need to survive is for people not to shoot them.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be read more

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

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.

As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a read more

As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and read more

Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and fitted them together.