Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may read more

I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.

It's amazing how a competitive nature can turn a negative into something positive.

It's amazing how a competitive nature can turn a negative into something positive.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if read more

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

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?

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the read more

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?