“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.” ― William Blake
To sit among the quite strength of trees… To be still among the crisp rustling of leaves… To loosen one’s grip on the world as a giant machine and to instead sharpen the mind’s eye, the soul’s ear and the heart’s call to the magnitude and beauty of LIFE in our natural world… These are the blessings and bounty of which dreams are made. Be still. Inhale the breath of the Universe. Exhale the chaos of industry.
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