The bee's ballet on the stage of petals – a mesmerizing performance in nature's theater.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.
In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.
The forest makes your heart gentle. You become one with it... No place for greed or anger there.
Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.