Nature is wont to hide herself.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Birds have wings they're free they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.