10.9.2008

This is as I miss the nature, walking barefeet on the grass, watching the interplay of mother earth and waking up in the middle of the night to see the stars. I heard this:

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods

There is a rapture on the lonely shore

There is society where none intrudes

By the deep sea, and music in its roar

I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

by Lord Byron