Well, poetry holds what can’t be said. It can’t be paraphrased. It can’t be translated.*
Krista Tippett

However much we might uncover, nature will never cease to be filled with surprise ripe for the reaping.**
Maria Popova

You are more a poem than you know,
Certainly more than prose, and
never allow you or another describe you by
powerpoint.

You are not in nature,
You are nature, full of
SURPRISE! – waiting to be discovered
by yourself and others.

Of course, some want to
be powerpoint,
Off the hook, “Next slide, please,”
But not you.

*Krista Tippett’s Becoming Wise;
**Maria Popova’s The Marginalian blog: Every Loss Reveals What We Are Made of: Blue Bananas, Why Leaves Change Color, and the Ongoing Mystery of Chlorophyll.