Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Let the earth take that which is hers; for I, man, have no end

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair

You work that you may keep peace with the earth and the soul of the earth

The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness...

People look for heaven in the sky, when they can find it on earth.