Like birds landing on a tree top together, and then dispersing, we are together for a very short time, so it makes… — Bokar Rinpoche Copy Share Image
A picture without sky has no glory. This present, unless we see gleaming beyond it the eternal calm of the heavens, above… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,-- Dying hectic… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Upon the purple tree-tops far away, and on the green height near at hand up which the shades were slowly creeping, there… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, Where the tree tops glisten And children listen… — Irving Berlin Copy Share Image
Ah! the year is slowly dying, And the wind in tree-top sighing, Chant his requiem. Thick and fast the leaves are falling,… — Mary Weston Fordham Copy Share Image
One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round… — Maud Lindsay Copy Share Image
