God Has To Nearly Kill Us Sometimes,

Nature In Her Green, Tranquil Woods Heals And Soothes All Afflictions.

To The Sane And Free It Will Hardly Seem Necessary To Cross The Continent In Search Of Wild Beauty, However Easy The Way, For They Find It In Abundance Wherever They Chance To Be.

Man Has Injured Every Animal He Has Touched.

Look Up And Down And Round About You.!

A Few Minutes Ago Every Tree Was Excited, Bowing To The Roaring Storm, Waving, Swirling, Tossing Their Branches In Glorious Enthusiasm Like Worship. But Though To The Outer Ear These Trees Are Now Silent, Their Songs Never Cease.