When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out my child, go out and seek
Your soul: the Eternal I.
~~ Dr. Jane Goodall (1934 – 2025)
When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out my child, go out and seek
Your soul: the Eternal I.
~~ Dr. Jane Goodall (1934 – 2025)