As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and streams.
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
Birds have wings; they're free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.
Roger Tory Peterson