“I live there... where the birds are infinite everywhere where they flee it's a place your eyes can wander but never see Where everyone accepts me, Without any pretense It's a place your mind can picture but never really comprehend.” ~ Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts. ~ William Hazlett
The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song! ~John Burroughs, Birds and Poets, 1887
