A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship.  
But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.  Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves.  
No wonder the hills and groves were God’s first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.  
John Muir

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  1. This is lovely… the wisdom of John Muir never fails to amaze. Very much enjoying reading around your blog, Anyes… So glad we're Autumn Swap partners! There is much here to feast the eyes & soul on–wonderful place you have here in blogland! Happy Day :o)

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