And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

Most creatures run when they sense danger. People grab a six-pack and a folding chair.

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.

Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, or more learned; yet they will hardly believe there be many so wise as themselves.

Man must go back to nature for information.