Let me look upward into the branches of the towering oak. And know that it grew slowly and well.
Give me, amidst the confusion of the day. The calmness of the everlasting hills.
Let me pause to look at a flower, to smell a rose – God’s autograph, to chat with a friend, to read a few lines from a good book.
Break the tensions of my nerves with the soothing music of singing streams and gentle rains. That live in my memory. Author Unknown