A poet lives in us all. He’s a part of childhood who sees the world through magical eyes. He brings it to light with his words. If you have lost this magic, let Nature revive the poet in you.
To be a poet is to see little things. Life’s many joys are sometimes subtle. We can all see the beauty in a sunflower, but what about the tiny blossom of thyme or the thorny thistle? How often do we stop to admire one of these much less give words to their beauty? Poets pay attention to the little things. They make them visible.
To be a poet is to be mindful. Every wood smells different. The sounds are different at different times of the day. In patches where the leaves are dense and no sun gets through, the energy is even different. Being able to sense these types of differences in foods, perfumes, people, and animals gives the poet a vibrant world to draw from.
To be a poet is to be daring. Life isn’t always pretty, neat, or convenient. A poet is willing to go into the dirt to excavate the life. He uses his words to speak the ugly truth in an accessible way. A fallen tree, a hurricane, a sow giving birth, or a flood can inspire the pen of a poet.
All the gifts that Nature gives us are sacred. They are whole. When reflected back to us in the words of a poet, life can be easier to see, accept, and enjoy. It can be easier to explore.
Children are natural poets. They see everything for the first time with nonjudgmental eyes. Along the way we can become self conscious, bored, or distracted. We stop seeing. We stop singing. If you want to get your eyes and voice back, let Nature revive the poet in you. You may be surprised at how wonderful the world becomes.