Nature is the second mother for any human being who has surpassed on the face of this earth. it draws from its breeze the elixir of life with which he can proceed his existence in this difficult world. Everything in nature is devoted to serving man alone, as if he is the head of the pyramid of the universe and its base.
And that head can't live some distance from the warm, smooth embrace of nature, the place each one of them weaves his love story with the stars in the quiet summer nights and exchanges his story with the moon, so that the latter tells him about the prerequisites of people and peoples.
it derives from these stories the lesson and wisdom, this is man in his relationship with nature. And if he desired to draw from fresh water, he would no longer locate a nurse for him except for those cold rivers that flow with their fresh, clear blue water. If the greatest painters of this world had gathered, they would not be in a position to step a drop from that pure river from which the total universe derives its life and livelihood.
