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?
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If a tree dies, plant another in its place.
If a tree dies, plant another in its place.
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You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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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.
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Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The read more
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
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.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
