Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. 

John Lubbock, The Use of Life

So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, 

instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

 Jorge Luis Borges

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. 

The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Maud Hart Lovelace, “Betsy-Tacy and Tib” 

 I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightening. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.                                                                Haruki Murakami