Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Interpretation
We cannot see the wind itself, but we can observe its effects on nature.
This quote by Christina Rossetti captures the idea that some things in life are invisible yet profoundly impactful. Just as we cannot see the wind, we may not always be able to perceive emotions, thoughts, or forces at work, but their presence is often evident through the effects they produce, such as the trees bending in response to the wind.
In practice
This quote could be shared in a nature documentary to emphasize the unseen forces at work in the environment.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply I may forget.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,_x000D_ _x000D_ To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee_x000D_ _x000D_ I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.
Pines a thousand years old. Every year they must go farther for them: they recede, like beavers and Indians, before the white man.
I've had the joy of spending thousands of hours under the sea. I wish I could take people along to see what I see, and to know what I know.
We develop our beautiful planet in such a way that we brush aside the species... we risk creating a wasteland, where our aspirations will ultimately wither and die
Planet Earth is our shared island, let us join forces to protect it
Perhaps nature is our best assurance of immortality.
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