The river was beautiful and wise. There were the two of them being happy in a new way. For here, there was no man, no woman, no master, no yellow, no black, no white. We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

If you are in a beautiful place where you can enjoy the sunrise and sunset, then you are living like a lord.

Look with open eyes and you will see the beauty of waterfall.

Summer Sunset behind Grain Silo

I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.

Raindrops smile when it rains because they know that if they didn't, then you would feel unhappy.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky

In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are a like