Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection. - Rabindranath Tagore

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

To Indians the idea of the transmigration of the soul from animal to man, and man to animal, does not seem strange, and so from our scriptures pity for all sentient creatures has not been banished as a sentimental exaggeration. When I am in close touch with Nature in the country, the Indian in me asserts itself and I cannot remain coldly indifferent to the abounding joy of life throbbing within the soft down-covered breast of a single tiny bird.

Apaga si quieres tu luz, yo descubriré tu oscuridad y la amaré.