Sunday, October 3, 2010

...even William

And this our life bereft from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees,
books in the running brooks
sermons in stones,
and good in everything.

William Shakespeare

1 comment:

  1. Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
    We fell them down and turn them into paper,
    That we may record our emptiness.
    ~Kahlil Gibran