Let Nature Be Your Teacher

How about a little William Wordsworth today?


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 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 throstly 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
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things --
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up these barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

Ummmm.  What could I possibly add to that?  I'll just let it speak for itself.  Thanks, Mr. Wordsworth.  And, thank you, dear blog readers, for indulging my inner English teacher today.  ;)