Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Trees

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So it is a curious thought how much of the sand on that pretty-looking Hawaiian white-sand beach actually came out of a parrotfish's digestive tract and how much of it is simply crushed shells and other material. Hawaiian white sand beaches For many people, powdery white-sand beaches are the ideal type of beach. White sand is mainly made up of calcareous, reef-derived material, such as crushed corals and shells. An example of a Hawaiian white-sand beach is Waimanalo Beach on Oahu. www.to-hawaii.com/hawaiibeachsand.php

Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, Contending fierce for space supremacy. And they flew down a mightier force at night, As though in heaven there was revolt and riot, And they, frail things had taken panic flight Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet. ............................. ~ "Snow Fairy" : Claude MeKay

If they are doomed and all that can be done Should fail, if they must die and disappear And we must see them dying one by one, Summer and fall and winter, year by year Until there comes a summer so bereft That over river, meadow, pasture height No last and solitary elm is left Lifting its leafy wings as if for flight— Let us not make our grief for them too great And say we wished that we had gone before, Making the fate of elms too much our fate, Seeing the always less and not the more. Though elms may die, not everything must die: Not their green memory against our sky. ~ Fate of Elm ~ Robert Francis

...and the Californian sky

Modern technology Owes ecology An apology. ~Alan M. Eddison

You ask me why I live on Green Mountain ? I smile in silence and the quiet mind. Peach petals blow on mountain streams To earths and skies beyond Humankind. ~ Li Po

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core. Excerpt: "The Lake Isle of Innisfree' ~ W. B. Yeats

My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She's glad the birds are gone away, She's glad her simple worsted grady Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so ryly sees, She thinks I have no eye for these, And vexes me for reason why. Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell he so, And they are better for her praise ~ Robert Frost