/ Bois de Boulogne, France /

La forêt est là, elle me regarde et m’inquiète,

 et m’attire comme le masque d’une momie. – Blaise Cendrare

The forest is there, it looks at me and troubles me,

And tempts me like the masque of a mummy. – Blaise Cendrars

                                                                         / Angkor,Cambodia /

While with an eye made quite by the power of harmony,

and the deep power of joy,

we see into the life of things. – William Wordsworth

                                                                   / Dogon village, Mali /

The Land is a mother that never dies. – Maori

La Terre c’est une mère qui ne meurt jamais. – Maori

                                  / Namibia /

Sunrise and Sunset

I’ll tell you how the sun rose,

A ribbon at a time.

The steeples swam in amethyst,

The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,

The bobolinks begun.

Then I said softly to myself,

That must have been the sun!

But how he set, I know not.

There seemed a purple stile

Which little yellow boys and girls

Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,

A dominie in gray

Put gently up the evening bars,

And led the flock away. – Emily Dickinson