Need some inspiration? There’s nothing like Nature, a little Walt Whitman and a bit of Shakespeare, too… ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com
- Walt Whitman (meganwhooley.wordpress.com)
- Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman (kpark19.wordpress.com)
And this our life,
exempt from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees,
books in running brooks,
sermons in stones,
and good in everything.
Standing beneath the Shumard Red Oak made me feel like I was standing in a temple of the Most High. The breeze was ruffling its leaves, and they in turn were prompting sacred tongues to utter incantations of their divine purpose. For though the leaves face eminent extinction and expulsion from the branches, in their dying they’ll fall and create warm blankets to cover the ground. In so doing they will protect the life that lies beneath the surface during winter’s cold, cold days. Even at the close of winter their goodness will not be at an end for as they deteriorate, the remaining bits and pieces will add nutrients to enhance the soil. Thus goes the circle of life and the interdependency of all…
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Comments on: "183. Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? ~Walt Whitman" (6)
Wow! What an honor! Thank you Bette for reblogging my post. You are so kind. Have a great weekend. Blessings, Natalie
My pleasure s always. You know what a nature lover I am. Blessings to you and yours.
This is a beautiful testament to nature’s healing power. Bless you. Kharis Macey
Thank you, Kharis, for reading my post. I’m glad you liked it. Blessings, Natalie
My pleasure–thanks to you.