The soul would have no windows had the eyes no tears.

The beauties of nature must be one of the joys of heaven.

 

For flowers that bloom about our feet, Father, we thank thee.

For tender grass so fresh, so sweet,

Father we thank thee.

For song of bird and hum of bee,

For all things fair we hear of see,

Father in heaven, we thank thee.

19th century prayer, anon.

 

Count among your blessings

all the colours, beauties and splendours of the living earth.

Edward Cunningham

 

We must teach our children:

to smell the earth;

to taste the rain;

to touch the wind;

to see things grow;

to hear the sun rise

and the night fall,

and above all - to care.