i believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars,
and the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg
of the wren,
and the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest,
and the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
and the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
and the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue,
and a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
-walt whitman.
thank heaven for the beautiful earth weve been blessed to live on!
