"Nestled at his root
Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare
Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower
With scented breath, and look so like a smile,
Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould,
An emanation of the indwelling Life,
A visible token of the upholding Love,
That are the soul of this wide universe."
Excerpt from A Forest Hymn
by William Cullen Bryant
I hope you've enjoyed my Summer Scrapbook!
There shall be more to come for Autumn! See you around!