Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

I'm thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down.

Every man and every living creature has a sacred right to the gladness of springtime.

Wherever you go, man-made things are man-made, but you've got to get out and see God's beauty of the world.

The earth we share is not just a rock tossed through space, but a living, nurturing being. She cares for us. She deserves our care in return.

There's never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.