I love the sounds and the power of pounding water, whether it is the waves or a waterfall.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
---Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
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