Such was the hidden power of nature, capable of producing extreme beauty and cruelty at the same time.

Being in the Northeast, you can't discount the power of Mother Nature and the effect that winters have on deer.

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

If Katrina did anything, it woke people up to the power of Mother Nature.

I am Mother Nature. All of creation bows before me. When people leave their cities and learn of me—walk in my woods, bathe in my rivers, eat of my harvest—they will find healing to their souls. But stray from me and return to the supposed wisdom of men, and they will find themselves in chains once more.

It's the Power of the Almighty, the Splendor of Nature, and then you.