Nature Seems To Look After Her Own

All Our Yesterdays Are Summarized In Our Now, And All The Tomorrows Are Ours To Shape.

Green, The Color Of Growth, Or Surgent Life, Enwraps The Land. New Green, Still As Individual As The Plants Themselves. Cool Green, Which Will Merge As The Weeks Pass, The Summer Comes, Into A Canopy Of Shade Of Busy Chlorophyll.

There Is A Leisure About Walking, No Matter What Pace You Set, That Lets Down The Tension.

To Know After Absence The Familiar Street And Road And Village And House Is To Know Again The Satisfaction Of Home.

The Ultimate Wisdom Which Deals With Beginnings, Remains Locked In A Seed. There It Lies, The Simplest Fact Of The Universe And At The Same Time The One Which Calls Faith Rather Than Reason.