I Have Loved The Wonders Of The World

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The longer I live the more my mind dwells upon the beauty and wonder of the world… I have loved the feel of the grass under my feet, and the sound of the running streams by my side. The hum of the wind in the treetops has always been good music to me, and the face of the fields has often comforted me more than the faces of men. I am in love with this world…I have tilled its soil, I have gathered its harvest, I have waited upon its seasons, and always have I reaped what I have sown. I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.

~ John Burroughs, 1837 – 1921
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Through All The Seasons Of Mercy

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Crimson leaves upon the vine;
Partakers of your suffering love.
Soon to drop, and fall, and die,
Bearing life into the earth.

Memories of former days,
When in your light the life blood flowed;
Recalling moments,
sounds of jay –
Celebration of the spring.

Winter white shall shroud your passing,
Covering o’er the mournful death;
Only time can reawaken,
Bursting forth new life at last.

~  Anna Lin