It's God - I Recognised

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.

Ants Are A Curious Race

One Could Do Worse Than Be A Swinger Of Birches.

There Are Few Sorrows, However Poignant, In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

Suddenly, Quietly, You Realize That - From This Moment Forth - You Will No Longer Walk Through This Life Alone. Like A New Sun This Awareness Arises Within You, Freeing You From Fear, Opening Your Life. It Is The Beginning Of Love, And The End Of All That Came Before.