Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. Jul 09, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It is not light that we need, but fire it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. Jul 09, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Birds sing after a storm why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them? Jul 09, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. Jul 09, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction. Jul 09, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. Jul 09, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If one way be better than another, that you may be sure is nature's way. Jul 09, 2024 - Fabian Biese>