We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain. We need to paint with all the colors of the wind. You can own the earth and still, all you own is earth until; you can paint with all the colors of the wind.
Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.
- Alphonse Karr (via fourteendrawings)
Snails Kiss On Cherries [photo by Vyacheslav Mishchenk]
THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANT MY LIFE TO BE
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest, come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth, come roll in all the riches all around you, and for once, never wonder what they’re worth.
Kyle Landry- Colors of the Wind (Pocahontas)