In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We feel them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness

The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the multitudes.