
Nature awakens in brilliant colors of autumn, making me wish winter would bid adieu. —
Richelle E. Goodrich

Meet the sun every morning as if it could cast a ballot. —
Henry Cabot Lodge Jr.

I want them to whisper my stories of enchanted birds, ancestral traditions,and smooth brown turtles as if they were incantations. —
Autumn Morning Star

The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning. —
Ralph Waldo Emerson

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. —
Walt Whitman

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful. —
Pete Hamill

The morning sun Radiantly Rises above the frosty woods. —
Dakotsu Iida

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. —
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning. —
Samuel Butler

Love is like morning dew. It is always beautiful and fresh. —
Lailah Gifty Akita

A bird sings in the morning, an owl hoots at night ... it's still a bloody bird. —
Oliver Reed

The soft light of morning falls upon ripening forests of oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Nature is thoughtful and calm. —
John Muir

A morning coffee is my favorite way of starting the day, settling the nerves so that they don't later fray. —
Marcia Carrington

Nature awakens each day in brilliant autumn colors, making me wish the pale winter would bid adieu. —
Richelle E. Goodrich

Morning dawns when the grace overcomes nature. —
Charles Haddon Spurgeon

To one who loves birds, morning always wakes up singing. —
Marty Rubin

So what that the world is beautiful this morning? Enough of this wonder of nature crap. It almost killed me. —
Sandra Gail Lambert

I love the morning sun because it enlightens my heart and teaches me how to love others with an abundance of warmth and kindness. —
Debasish Mridha

Again rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in the morning dews. —
Robert Burns