There's Much That Goes To The Makin'

Not Quite Birds, As They Were Not Quite Flowers, Mysterious And Fascinating As Are All Indeterminate Creatures.

All The Best Things Are Seen First Of All At A Far Distance.

Water, Wind And Birdsong Were The Echoes In This Quiet Place Of A Great Chiming Symphony That Was Surging Around The World. Knee-deep In Grasses And Moon Daisies, Stella Stood And Listened, Swaying A Little As The Flowers And Trees Were Swaying, Her Spirit Voice Singing Loudly, Though Her Lips Were Still, And Every Pulse In Her Body Beating Its Hammer Strokes In Time To The Song.

We All Of Us Need To Be Toppled Off The Throne Of Self, My Dear," He Said. "perched Up There The Tears Of Others Are Never Upon Our Own Cheek.

Nothing Living Should Ever Be Treated With Contempt. Whatever It Is That Lives, A Man, A Tree, Or A Bird, Should Be Touched Gently, Because The Time Is Short. Civilization Is Another Word For Respect For Life.