sky

As a kid in Africa, you were so connected to nature itself because you went farming, watched the moon out at night, observed how the sky was different, and how the birds chanted different songs in the evening and the morning.

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.

Happiness, I do not know where to turn to discover you on earth, in the air or the sky; yet I know you exist and are no futile dream.

In age of consumerism and materialism, I traffic in blue sky and colored air.

After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and the sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.

The sky lovingly smiles on the earth and her children.

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.

There is the sky, which is all men's together.

It is written on the arched sky it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.

I slow down when hiking. The rhythm of nature is more leisurely. The sun comes up, it moves across the sky, and you begin to synchronize to that rhythm.

By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

God and Nature first made us what we are, and then out of our own created genius we make ourselves what we want to be. Follow always that great law. Let the sky and God be our limit and Eternity our measurement.