BLIND EARTH

Rise free from care before the dawn, and seek adventures. Let the noon find thee by other lakes, and the night overtake thee everywhere at home. There are no larger fields than these, no worthier games than may here be played. Let the thunder rumble; what if it threaten ruin to farmers crops That is not its errand to thee. Take shelter under the cloud, while they flee to carts and sheds. Henry David Thoreau, Walden Hello friends, this is my story about love, thanks all people, who spend this