“Happiness is to capture the images of our dreams in the morning dew and the smile of the sun.”

“But for your eyes. Green as spring grass, and sparkling like dew in the morning sun.”

“The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.”

“The morning sun brings tender joyWith happiness awakes the earth;The dew kissed flowers it's light employTheir petals open in new birth.The birds awake and all mankindRejoices with songs they sing.God's creatures open heart and mindTo Him their praises bring.Should not we, too, give thanks anewGreet joyfully each new born sun;Wash old sins clean with morning dewGive Praise to Him, The Holy One.”

“We see with our hearts. Our eyes are simple catalysts that carry images. Our eyes capture flowers and out heart knows serenity. Our eyes capture a child at play and our heart knows joy. They capture beauty and we know love. They capture war and we are acquainted with mortality. My eyes captured hatred and suffering, and my heart knew sorrow. They captured death and destruction and my heart knew fear.”

“The ocean can be yours; why should you stopBeguiled by dreams of evanescent dew?The secrets of the sun are yours, but youContent yourself with motes trapped in beams.”