Monday, May 4, 2020


"For I have learned to look on Nature not as in the hour of thoughtless youth,
But hearing oftentimes, the still, sad music of humanity."
~ William Wordsworth ~

The younger a tree is, the more it moves in the wind.
Old trees stand solid and immovable.
A commanding presence
With deep roots,
And the knowledge of ages.

Nature is our perfect reflection.