There's not another drug in life that I'm glad I took but grass.
The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves - How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves, New graves?
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence. . . We need silence to be able to touch souls.
The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.