Poem

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves
of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

There is a symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds,
the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature, the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.

The lasting pleasures of contact with the natural world are available to anyone who will place himself under the influence of earth, sea and sky and their amazing life.

-Rachel Carson (1907-1964)