Nature — Yanni
Posted in natural beauty | Posted on 31-07-2010-05-2008
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Beautiful pictures The natural beauty. The beauty of nature of earth, I find my worth of peace & I find my self in the natures of every lasting greens.the beauty of nature with told that everything is worth more than gold…
……………….joya
what song is it?
lovely video….
”verry nice clip”
nice pics and very good clip indeed.
wow! nice pictures! love it!
nice & beautiful
BEAUTIFUL PICTURES AND MUSIC
Lovely pictures and good clip too.
excellent clip.5 stars.
awesome! Tiny this is a great job.bernie
Is bare, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent (3)
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
—Gerard Manley Hopkins, , 1877
God’s Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
I LOVE IT…
Good video excellent
The Crystal Gazer
I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
- Sara Teasdale
wow, i really luv this video u know,,coz i trully luv the nature,, nature lover kc me,, smiling,, another great creation friend fina,tnx for sharing this to us,, always thinking of u, ur friend shayn^-^
Hello Fina,ang ganda naman ng mga pictures dito para tayong namamasyal na:) mas gumagaling ka yata ha! inspired ka ano? akala ko tula na naman para sa sweetheart mo,hindi pala buti naman para sa lahat ito sa ngayon hahaha.miss you na.Adrian
A Poem by — Catherine Faber Please read the poem in this order
From desert cliff and mountaintop first stanza
There are those who name the stars Second stanza
By stem and root and branch we trace Third stanza
And we who listen to the stars fourth stanza regards Zahier
And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade
Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made,
Or study cells, or living things, seek truth with open hand.
The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand.
Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed,
The truth has left its living word for anyone to read.
So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the world.
By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur,
How the living things that are descend from things that were.
The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies,
These tiny, humble, wordless things — how shall they tell us lies?
We are kin to beasts; no other answer can we bring.
The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing.
Remember, should you have to choose between them in the strife,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote life.
There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night,
Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light.
Long ago, when torture broke the remnant of his will,
Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still
High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars,
The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars.
We may watch and study or may shudder and deny,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the sky.
From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design,
Strike-slip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline…
We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known,
And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone.
Odd, long-vanished creatures and their tracks & shells are found;
Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground.
The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the rocks.
nice….thanks.
Very nice music and amazing pictures.Thanks god you didn’t write a poem again to hurt me:))lol smile my dear.take care always and have a nice start of the week.Barry