You will begin to realize that if you contemplate long enough on the leaf of the flower, that it involves the whole universe.
Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.
A root, a stem, a leaf, some means of capturing sunlight and air and making food - in sum, a plant. The green substance of this earth, the chlorophyll, is all summed up in the plants. Without them we perish, all of us who are flesh and blood.
If you don't know history, then you don't know anything. You are a leaf that doesn't know it is part of a tree.
I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.
remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf.
The once red leaf, the last of its clan, that dances as often as dance it can.
I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar!
For in the wood these golden days Some leaf obeys its Maker's call. And through their hollow aisles it plays With delicate touch the prelude of the Fall.
How much intelligence does it take to sneak up on a leaf?
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.
Every time you tear a leaf off a calendar, you present a new place for new ideas and progress.
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.
