Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
Bugs never bug my head. They are amazing. It is the activities of humans which actually bug me all the time.
You have a color of your own- Dark chocolate,You have a culture your own- Hip pop,You have a revival of your own- Harlem Renaissance,You are the spot on a ladybug that adds its beauty,You are the pupi...
This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting hummingbirds and sapphire dragonflies. The sun-w...
The cold and crystal clear water, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul...
Nature has two powers: Her own physical power and the spiritual power of her beauty!
When Mother Nature speaks, even the Gods hold silence.
If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season.
Fairy tales make rivers run with wine only to make us remember, for one wild moment, that they run with water.
Can there be any question that the human is the least harmonious beast in the forest and the creature most toxic to the nest?
Don't become so materialistic and mechanized that one day you stop believing in God's created nature and the natural beauty,Enjoy god gifted natural beauty to the fullest as you have only one LIFE!!!
Listen closely. Even the trees exhale sweet love songs that roll off their boughs and echo out to all of creation. Love is always in the air.
The undulating terrain was cloaked in lush abundance, the vineyards like garlands of deep green and yellow, orchards and farms sprouting here and there, hillocks of dry golden grass crowned by beautif...
the nights would be orphaned without the sound of crickets chirping.
Neither humans nor the Gods that they have created are superior to old Mother Nature.
Sometimes it took death for me to see life, don't live with regrets keep your head high. In a world filled with beauty I don't want to blink twice; soak up every moment because you can't stop time.
June would always be Charlotte's favorite month on Quinnipeague. She loved the frothy roil of the sea as it recovered from a day of rain, and in those early mornings, before the fog lifted and sun war...
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
Life is always more beautiful and worth living when you are capable of enjoying the beauty of nature
But something happened when I got out into the world, something that changed me. It was the reconnection of being at one with yourself and with this world.
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