Roots are the branches down in the earth. Branches are roots in the air.
The music of the far - away summer flutters around the autumn seeking its former nest.
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a - tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
God finds himself by creating.
Little grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth beneath you.