Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

And As A Single Leaf Turns Not Yellow But With The Silent Knowledge Of The Whole Tree.

Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face.

I Would Not Exchange The Sorrows Of My Heart For The Joys Of The Multitude. And I Would Not Have The Tears That Sadness Makes To Flow From My Every Part Turn Into Laughter. I Would That My Life Remain A Tear And A Smile.

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?