Always be a poet, even in prose.
Nature’s verses can now be heard, whispered in the waters of a rushing brook or sung by a summer breeze across the expanse of a rolling river.
On a frosty “Spring” day, I am looking forward to return visits this summer to the great forests of northern Michigan. The pristine Sturgeon River in this photo sings a lively tune as it passes beneath a highway bridge. I recall when I first looked on this scene in wonder and listened to the rushing waters, and the serene l feeling of that memory returns.
The layers of the forest create an ever-changing melody of light and shadow.
When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real.
—Gordon Lightfoot, Canadian Railroad Trilogy