Ink Cannot Tell The Glow That Lights

I Am Hopelessly And Forever A Mountaineer.

Trees Go Wandering Forth In All Directions With Every Wind, Going And Coming Like Ourselves, Traveling With Us Around The Sun Two Million Miles A Day, And Through Space Heaven Knows How Fast And Far!

...every Sight And Sound Inspiring, Leading One Far Out Of Himself, Yet Feeding And Building Up His Individuality.

One Should Go To The Woods For Safety, If For Nothing Else.

Who Publishes The Sheet-music Of The Winds Or The Music Of Water Written In River-lines?