Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
There is a
pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is a society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Nature is ever at work
building and pulling down,
creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling
and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion,
chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful
form into another.
--- John Muir (1838-1914)
It's nature's way of
telling you to slow down.
TO GINNIE'S LIGHT
TO THE PR-USA