{ our song }

“the sun shines not on us but in us. 

the rivers flow not past, but through us. 

thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell 

of the substance of our bodies, 

making them glide and sing. 

the trees wave and the flowers bloom

 in our bodies as well as our souls, 

and every bird song, wind song, 

and tremendous storm song 

of the rocks in the heart of the mountains 

is our song, our very own, and sings our love.” 

#johnmuir