In every walk with nature, one receives far more than one seeks
Ancient whispers between the canopy, where light dances through emerald cathedrals
Sunlit fields stretching beyond sight, painted in wildflower hues and gentle breeze
Stone sentinels touching the sky, cloaked in mist and crowned with snow
Endless rhythms of tide and time, carrying the songs of deep waters
"The earth has music for those who listen."
William Shakespeare