May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. Nothing is art if it does not come from nature.The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.Not just beautiful, though-the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing.My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.Nature, time, and patience are the three great physicians.If you can’t be in awe of Mother Nature, there’s something wrong with you.Being able to smell the fresh air and disconnect from the news and your phone-there’s nothing like it.The poetry of the earth is never dead.For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps. When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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