Quotes About Nature

Her poetry cries crimson roses and laughs in spritely daisies.

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts. It is not necessarily a moralizer; it does not necessarily improve one's character; it does not even teach good manners. It is a beautiful work of nature, like an eagle or a high sunrise. You owe it no duty. If you like it, listen to it; if not, let it alone.

Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

A rose in sunlight is nature. A rose in the dark is poetry.

Grow flowers of gratitude in the soil of prayer.

Teach me, Father, how to go Softly as the grasses grow; Hush my soul to meet the shock Of the wild world as a rock; But my spirit, propt with power, Make as simple as a flower. Let the dry heart fill its cup, Like a poppy looking up; Let life lightly wear her crown, Like a poppy looking down, When its heart is filled with dew, And its life begins anew...

As the highly colored birds do not fly around in the dull, leaden plains of a sandy desert, but amid all the settings of nature's leaves and blossoms, and lights and shades—nature's framework of their picture—so there are truths which do not appear well in arid fields of philosophic inquiry, but which demand the colored air and the bowers of poetry to be the setting of their charms.

The sound of the rain needs no translation.

Fog is rain that whispers.

Rain utters poetry in drops, splats, and puddles.

It's better to go out and dance in the rain than to stay inside under a leaky roof.

Hail is just angry rain.

The rain cools the air, calms the soul and replenishes life.

dancing in the rain at nature's cloudy party

Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.

...beautiful as the rainbow, that smiling daughter of the storm...

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old...

We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that a savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.

Many things happen rain or shine, but rainbows are so special they happen rain AND shine!

'T is sweet to listen as the night-winds creep From leaf to leaf; 't is sweet to view on high The rainbow, bas'd on ocean, span the sky...

The sky it cries And the sun pats it dry With a rainbow up on high.

...after-storm birds singing the color into rainbows...

Riding on gardenias embracing rainbows...

For 250 million years, redwood kingdoms have crowned the Pacific Coast of North America.