The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
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