My First Summer in the Sierra : John Muir

One is constantly reminded of the infinite
lavishness and fertility of Nature – inexhaustible
abundance amid what seems enormous waste. And
yet when we look into any of her operations that
lie within reach of our minds, 
we learn that no particle of her material is wasted or worn out. 
It is eternally flowing from use to use,
 beauty to yet higher beauty; and we soon cease to lament waste

and death, and rather rejoice and exult in the
imperishable, unspendable wealth of the universe,
and faithfully watch and wait the reappearance of 
everything that melts and fades and dies about us,
feeling sure that its next appearance will be better
and more beautiful than the last.
~ John Muir

Excerpt From: "Poetry Rebellion: Poems and prose to rewild the spirit" by Paul Evans. Scribd.