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Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back.
Earth Day is an annual event on April 22 to demonstrate support for environmental protection.First held on April 22, 1970, it now includes a wide range of events coordinated globally by EARTHDAY.ORG (formerly Earth Day Network) [1] including 1 billion people in more than 193 countries.
Organizers are trying to have the biggest Earth Day cleanup event in history in 2024 For this year’s Earth Day celebration, earthday.org is working with Malaysian organizations to host the ...
Fog is a visible aerosol consisting of tiny water droplets or ice crystals suspended in the air at or near the Earth's surface. [1] [2] Fog can be considered a type of low-lying cloud usually resembling stratus and is heavily influenced by nearby bodies of water, topography, and wind conditions.
A 2015 study estimated that there are roughly 3 trillion trees on earth, give or take a few million. Since there are around 8 billion people currently living on the planet, the math boils down to ...
For ev'ry year the Christmas tree, Brings to us all both joy and glee. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Much pleasure dost thou bring me! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, How lovely are thy branches! Not only green when summer's here But in the coldest time of year. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, How lovely are thy branches!
When you think of a yule log, you probably picture a roaring, wood-burning fire casting a warm light on an ornament-adorned Christmas tree. Or perhaps you have a sweet tooth and the first thing ...
A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can ...