Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.
-Heraclitus
Friday
Child's Play
Thursday
Leaves
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
John Burroughs
Wednesday
The Flower
The plains are decorated with my beautiful colors, and the air is scented with my fragrance.- Khalil Gibran
Tuesday
Wednesday
The Moon
Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed.
--Raleigh
Monday
Sunday
Glorious Day
Living, He loved me Dying; He saved me; Buried, He carried my sins far away; Rising, He justified freely forever. One day He’s coming.
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