"The interplay between farmers and the elements was a poem without words, the echo which would always return to him. The air could hold the "breeze o… - John O'Donohue

"The interplay between farmers and the elements was a poem without words, the echo which would always return to him.
The air could hold the "breeze of the rain" or the "wind of warmth" to the discerning nose.
The stone carved its memory deep into the hands that chiseled it.
Fire was life in the hearth which was the center of home.
Water introduced itself to us from its most natural source in streams and wells."