Divine, enduring, unwastable wealth

A Mountain Stream

 

From My First Summer in the Sierra by John Muir. Chapter 3: A Bread Famine

 

From John Muir.

And the dawns and sunrises and sundowns of these mountain days, --the rose light creeping higher among the stars, changing to daffodil yellow, the level beams bursting forth, streaming across the ridges, touching pine after pine, awakening and warming all the mighty host to do gladly their shining day's work. The great sun-gold noons, the alabaster cloud-mountains, the landscape beaming with consciousness like the face of a god. The sunsets, when the trees stood hushed awaiting their good-night blessings. Divine, enduring, unwastable wealth.