A little squirrel ran up to me, stopped, sat up, cocked his head,eyed me a minute and scampered away.Nothing could exceed the exquisiteness of his motion.
Some day, doubtless, to fall a prey to a cruel enemy,somewhere at last to lie and decay and give back throbbing heart to the rust of the earth and the gasses of the air.
Beasts and birds, flowers and pretty girls, all this living jewelry, Nature wears but a day or so, and then throws it back into her laboratory to make new joy-things to deck herself withal.
But as a habit of life, as an exercise for the better part of every day, let us sink into the wonder and beauty of what is, and not wear forever the suffocating garments of what was and what will be.
Some day, doubtless, to fall a prey to a cruel enemy,somewhere at last to lie and decay and give back throbbing heart to the rust of the earth and the gasses of the air.
Some day, doubtless, to fall a prey to a cruel enemy,somewhere at last to lie and decay and give back throbbing heart to the rust of the earth and the gasses of the air.
a living organism characterized by voluntary movement
Beasts and birds, flowers and pretty girls, all this living jewelry, Nature wears but a day or so, and then throws it back into her laboratory to make new joy-things to deck herself withal.