“Tender words we spoke
To one another
Are sealed
In the secret vaults of heaven.
One day like rain
They will fall to Earth
And grow green
All over the world.”
– Jalaluddin Muhammad Rumi
As I stood there, the line after line of conifers rose up before me all the way up the slope to disappear in to the mist. I thought that filling up the picture frame with this forest would convey the wildnerness of the scene stretching before me … and yet looking so tranquil and soothing from the road.
Categories: Art, Music & Literature, Flora & Fauna, Mountains, Nature, Norway, Poetry, Travel
