We are always close to these vast quiet things. It is easy and simple to live enjoyably when the simple,interminable blue of the sky,with its long wisps of white clouds,become a pleasant thing to behold a thing of beauty that thrills you every time you get a chance to look upwards as you lie on the grass under trees on a summer day
They are an image of patience,and resolution. The trees green leaves catch the raindrops,that fall with a soothing sound,then drop them slowly down. Their gnarled, worn barks which have been gnawed at by worms and beetles speak of hundreds of season they have endured-as we might better learn through their examples. They show no ill temper in a storm,waving,swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. With their many slender fingers deep in the rich volcanic soil.
We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of the clouds.
Delight in the beauty that sorrounds you my lovelies.
Live and Love