Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.
Water is the driving force of all nature.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.