Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change and change is the basic law.
No winter lasts forever no spring skips its turn.
No Winter lasts forever no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep and we know it.
Summer ends and Autumn comes and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
You can’t be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.