How Glorious A Greeting The Sun Gives

Nature In Her Green, Tranquil Woods Heals And Soothes All Afflictions.

The Substance Of The Winds Is Too Thin For Human Eyes, Their Written Language Is Too Difficult For Human Minds, And Their Spoken Language Mostly Too Faint For The Ears.

I Ran Home In The Moonlight With Firm Strides; For The Sun-love Made Me Strong.

How Glorious A Greeting The Sun Gives The Mountains!

Rivers Flow Not Past, But Through Us; Tingling, Vibrating, Exciting Every Cell And Fiber In Our Bodies, Making Them Sing And Glide.