Nature is what we see,
The Hill, the Afternoon--
Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,
Nay--Nature is Heaven.
Nature is what we hear,
The Bobolink, the Sea--
thunder, the Cricket--
Nay--Nature is Harmony.
Nature is what we know
But have no Art to say,
So impotent our Wisdom is
To Her Simplicity.
I love the simplicity of the poem and respect for nature. But the poem ended too soon for me, so I decided to add a stanza of my own, focusing on another sense:
Nature is what we smell,
The Earth, the Mint Leaf--
Pines, Flower Blossoms, the Rain--
I decided to focus on a sense that we often overlook--or undersmell! Smells of nature, research has shown, can reduce stress and boost the immune system. This research from a Tokyo scientist was reported in an Atlantic Cities web article.
Another reason it is better to get outside.
But I don't need more evidence that getting outside is a good thing. However, today, I think I'll take a deep breathe and smell the nature around me.
I have added a stanza to the original poem. What stanza would you add?