I Never Saw A Discontented Tree. They

Another Glorious Sierra Day In Which One Seems To Be Dissolved And Absorbed And Sent Pulsing Onward We Know Not Where. Life Seems Neither Long Nor Short, And We Take No More Heed To Save Time Or Make Haste Than Do The Trees And Stars. This Is True Freedom, A Good Practical Sort Of Immortality.

As Long As I Live, I'll Hear Waterfalls And Birds And Winds Sing.

Nature Had Gathered Her Choicest Treasures , To Draw Her Lovers Into Close And Confiding Communion With Her

Of All The Paths You Take In Life, Make Sure A Few Of Them Are Dirt.

Look! Nature Is Overflowing With The Grandeur Of God!