So with “Day 22’s Prompt” I have chosen a Nature Poem written by William Wordsworth, and then after that is my interpretation in the Challenge using today’s prompt!
Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!
THE TABLES TURNED
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun, above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your Teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
To feel, breathe and connect
With the natural energy
Brings an inner peace
That is indescribable…
Mother Nature is a quiet magic
That we so often take for granted
Getting caught up in
The ‘hustle and bustle’ of the modern world
But when we do… go and say hello
She embraces us purely, every time!
© debradml (2015)