Whispers of Nature

There are no sounds that can stir the sublime emotions of men’s souls like the sighs and whispers of nature.  

~James Lendall Basford

Some people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior, but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex every time he looks at a flower.

~Alan C. Kay

Nature inspires my everything — my being, my solitude, my writing and my art, my whole life. She lifts me upon her welcoming wings and soars me through the sky of possibilities. She colors my day, brightens my soul, and calms my nights. She is fierce and beautiful, strong and delicate — an untiring Queen so generous of advice and never weary of new beginnings. In spring a colorful maiden, in winter a wise old lady, in autumn a looking-glass to my falling-leaf self, and summer a warm blossomed benefactor, comrade to the sun. A constant companion — sometimes indifferent or harsh but oft nuzzling me with genial breezes, sharing a vast serenity, or lavishing vital gifts. To close my windows and shut her out would be error and melancholy.

~Terri Guillemets