" Nature is poetry, dreams, and the coming to oneself. The wind takes us away and toward, changing our direction, closing our eyes against the dust it stirs up from the ground. Where it came from cannot be found.
The sun is light and so the moon, looking from the sky on to the earth below.
The rain brings water to fill the lakes and streams, and fall upon the children running in the yard, mouths wide open to drink it in.
And what of the trees? Hug them, love them, sit beneath their shelter, draw upon their roots, see the leaves and shoots reaching for the sky, and always wonder why. "

― Susan Brougher