The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth are noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.