Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.
What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt - it is sure to get where it is going, and it doesn't want to go anywhere else.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.
Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Anderson