Quotes About Nature

But if they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain morning/Watched those cotton candy clouds roll by/They'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies.

That old saw about the early bird just proves that the worm should have stayed in bed.

The desert, when the sun comes up...I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began.

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

There are so many colors in the rainbow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flower and I see every one.

I woke up this morning, Smiled at the rising sun, Three little birds, Sat on my doorstep, Singing sweet songs

Happy the hare at morning, for she cannot read The hunter's waking thoughts.

Saying good night to the mountains, the sun throws his most beautiful rays to them, that they may not forget him till the morning.

Strong winds do not last all morning, hard rains do not last all day.

It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

I'm grateful for the opportunity to live on this beautiful and astonishing planet Earth. In the morning, I wake up with a sense of gratitude.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

If I were asked to explain the Japanese spirit, I would say it is wild cherry blossoms glowing in the morning sun!

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes

I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground - to die.

Bless my eyes this morning, Jah sun is on the rise once again

The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from a giant pine that lives for a thousand years.

Once I was beset by anxiety but I pushed the fear away by studying the sky, determining when the moon would come out and where the sun would appear in the morning.