Nature

That lady has a piano.It’s nice, but it’s not the running of riversOr the murmuring trees make ..Who needs a piano?It’s better to have earsAnd love Nature.

He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a crown of leaves, of thorns, of flames. His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent If we had ten thousand billion years.

You can't believe what a lovely planet we have until you see her from outside.

No human, no matter how ancient, or how popular, can be above the laws of Nature.

A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.

The thoughts of Man build future worlds, whilst the emotions of the Fey build up this, our Natural World.

Nature does not reveal her mysteries once and for all.

Wanton stars galloped neighing like unicorns in blue meadows.

Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”).

Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

As fears about the energy and environmental crises reach a fever pitch, we're all searching for solutions. And one possibility is that we could fix everything if we'd just shrink our population back down to about 2 billion people - which would put us roughly where we were at 80 years ago.

March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.

Nature always accepts changes and never misses the opportunity to bloom.

Autumn teaches us a valuable lesson. During summer, all the green trees are beautiful. But there is no time of the year when the trees are more beautiful than when they are different colors. Diversity adds beauty to our world.

People in Slow Food understand that food is an environmental issue.

Such is the audacity of man, that he hath learned to counterfeit Nature, yea, and is so bold as to challenge her in her work.

What we know is that the environmental movement had a series of dazzling victories in the late '60s and in the '70s where the whole legal framework for responding to pollution and to protecting wildlife came into law. It was just victory after victory after victory. And these were what came to be called 'command-and-control' pieces of legislation.

And the shower of roses spun around me, inviting me to take part in their ever-present waltz.