Nature uses as little as possible of anything.
Nature uses as little as possible of anything.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes,…
Loneliness A hawk hovers in the air. Two white gulls float on the stream. Soaring with the wind, it is…
Simple Poem I shall make it simple so you understand. Making it simple will make it clear for me. When…