May 2011
April 2011
people in general attach too much importance to words. They are under the...
Summer
wethedreamers:
I can’t wait for a warm balmy night,
For when my skin turns gold,
And my eyes look like lights.
Did I ever tell you about the sun?
How it wakes me up, how it makes me strong?
It gives me a reason to keep moving on.
I’ll lay in the grass ‘till I turn green,
I’ll lay in the water ‘till the waves pull me in,
And whenever I am touched by the sun’s golden beams;
My life is a...
Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will...
– John Muir (via emeraldspirit)