More please, may we have more please

Hi Doug,

Hi Doug,

I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the tree..

Henry David Thoreau


AUTUMN WALK

Very pretty. I like this one a lot

Thank you so much ,Marie.

MOONLIGHT SONATA

When I admire the wonders of sunset
Or the beauty of the moon,
My soul expands in the worship of the creator.

Mahatma Gandhi.

THE WOOD

These woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Turmoils






People cry not because they are weak . It is because they've been strong for too long.

Johnny Depp

TREES ARE POEMS THE EARTH WRiTES UPON THE SKY.


Khalil Gibran.

ENTWINED




Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They 're in each other all along.

Rumi.

DREAM




I have recurring dreams..... The trees are always bare....

STORM IS COMING




She stood in the storm.....
And when the wind did not blow her way,
She adjusted her sails.


Elizabeth Edwards

LONELY PATH









Walking alone is not difficult,
But when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone......
Then coming back alone is what is difficult.


Faraaz Kazi.

Hi Eva, my very talented friend
I'm sorry I had not dropped by sooner... my loss.
I love all your paintings... they are gorgeous. And what made them more special are the quotes you add to describe them.
Kudos, my dear

My favorite... I think. There are so many I love and touch my heart.
Eva dear, you rock!

Hi dear Rosie.

Thank you for dropping by. I am happy you like them,

Thank you so much

Dear Eva,

It's always a pleasure for me to come here and just look at you. You are a very talented lady and a great hearted painter. God Bless You!


~Story of the Three Trees~

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.

The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: “I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I’ll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!”

The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. “I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I’ll be the strongest ship in the world!”

The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. “I don’t want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they’ll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world.”

Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.

The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, “This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell.

“Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest. I shall hold wonderful treasure!” the first tree said.

The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, “This tree is strong. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell.

“Now I shall sail mighty waters!” thought the second tree. “I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!”

The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven.

But the woodcutter never even looked up. “Any kind of tree will do for me,” he muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.

The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter’s shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals.

The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.

The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead, the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail on an ocean, or even a river; instead, she was taken to a little lake.

The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard.

“What happened?” the once tall tree wondered. “All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God...”

Many, many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams.

But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox.

“I wish I could make a cradle for him,” her husband whispered.

The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. “This manger is beautiful,” she said.

And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.

One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake.

Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain.

The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, “Peace.” The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun.

And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man’s hands to her.

She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.

But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth tremble with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God’s love had changed everything.

It had made the third tree strong.

And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God.

That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

The next time you feel down because you didn’t get what you want, sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.

Hi dear Lu,

That is a very beautiful and touching story. Love it. Thank you so much.
May God bless you.

THE COLORS OF NATURE

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit

Ralph Waldo Emerson