There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean’s pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull’d winds seem dreaming: And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o’er the deep; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant’s asleep: So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer’s ocean. -Lord Byron, Stanzas for Music {all images via pinterest. clockwise,…

“The mountains are calling, and I must go.” Does it ever feel like nature is calling out to you? Like you have to go out and see the sky and trees and fields, and escape from the endless houses and roads and people? Sometimes when I’m standing outside I can look up and forget the busy life we lead and just see the beauty of nature. The sky is the one place where there is peace – its clouds slip peacefully on as though there is nothing of importance going on here, as if all is quite and at rest….