I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine — she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. I love my father as the stars — he’s a bright shining example and a happy twinkling in my heart.
My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.
How cool! Dr Mercola posted this on his Google+ page.
Campfire flames kiss the night
Stars in distant skies blaze bright
Ghost story whispers all affright
Rustling sounds just out of sight
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree.
Can a good person be both a tree hugger and a book lover, when one has to be murdered to create the other?
The best part of happiness is the pines.