"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—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
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Comments1Just came across this sweet little poem and it really got me thinking about how we take nature for granted. Especially loved the part about "Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say—" It's so true how we are so overwhelmed by nature's beauty that we find ourselves flailing for words. But theres just one thing i don't get... what's with the 'Bobolink' part? Can anyone explain?