The ripe fruit falls from the tree, it doesn't know what else to do.

Spring, the snow must go, fall, the leaves can't stay.

Dance is the art closest to nature, to real life.

Dance is the art closest to nature.

The real rain dance is when the rain dances.

I would rather stumble by chance on a tiny stream in the woods than plan a trip to the Grand Canyon.

Some creatures, like bees, seem to exist for a purpose; while others, like butterflies, seem to exist just to exist.

Even the faded flower denies nothingness.

Man trims the hedges; God lets them grow.