Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.