Under a wide heaven, the wildflowers bloom, Where crickets are singing and sunflowers loom. The river winds whispering through valleys and glades, Where shadows of trees and the sun’s bright cascades.

The landscape stretches out in a marveling smile, And seasons weave magic through each verdant mile. With every oak and every fern, nature stands to unfold, Her secrets in whispers and stories untold.

• Willa Cather